Highland Mary | Polaroid Epitaphs

Highland Mary

I fell off the wall

when plaster gave way to the

weight of one-thousand prayers hanging

on a single nail.

A certain half-cracked silence floated over

Highland like soft piano keys tapping

as the glass tore itself apart from the frame.

New little symphonic shards projected

themselves across the floor,

crooked and stubborn.

I fell off the wall

when plaster gave way to the

vibration of so many voices resonating

on one thin wire.

I fell off the wall

when you forgot to

push me straight.

I fell of the wall

despite your attempts

to battle

gravity.

I fell off the wall

and cut your foot.