I shucked the place
and spread the silk
in search of something sacred.

All I found
was a faded space
where our picture might have been.

But there are things we kept secret
after we shed skins
and reason

still creaking beneath the floorboards
as if they wish
to walk again.

Kelli Simpson‘s poems have been published in The Five-Two, Riggwelter, After the Pause, and Glasgow Review of Books. Find more of her work at

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