Lilybaeum’s Hollow
In the hollow — two round-perfect river rocks, opaque; deep in earth scrawled on curling scrap; a shard of glass scored scarlet; the tattered shadow of an oath shattered; a jar of fireflies, flightless, lifeless; lilies left long to turn in the sun; embittered dew dried to dust — was a life.
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