Meghan H.

The stained skin scraped off baring the brown cardboard bone, archaic and worn.

Inside lay sheets of tissue and inscribed on are my memories,

Ancient and torn, preserved like a mummy.

Each revealing something, fitting together like an enzyme and its substrate, a puzzle piece.

Fitting my like together, fitting me together.

Leaving me a complete picture of my life.

Breadcrumbs dropping, showing my construction.

A flashback on each sheet, the older sheet the simpler the memory and the harder to remember.

From old and naive to young and astute,

A cold case, never to be finished, developing continuously until destroyed.