Cardboard Box Tomb
In the corner of my closet
sits a clear box storing papers,
books, and sentimental objects.
Within the clear box is a s
maller cardboard box
which holds my soulcorpses.
Shrouded in ziploc, dried fragile
bodies that were once rooted
in sacred land, saturated
with medicinal souloils.
In the corner of my closet
sits my stowed away loves
and losses.
When I need to smell
souloils lingering on
deadsoulbuds, I pull out
my special cardboard box.