Remember, remember...

The coloured glow of separation
Against the nuclear families
Fenced in and out in the cold
I inscribed my thoughts
Drawing distraction
A work of modern art
In criss-crossing lines
A three week legacy
Of the bad times
There’s autumn in the air
So no-one wondered why
I hid these thoughts away

The cloth clung to my skin
And sand filled every crack in me
Except those thoughts
I hid away from the air
And left for the morning
When the ashy smell
Had blown away
The coloured shells had landed
And collected in corners
Unfortunate debris