Disparition, B F Jones

CW: death

She walked into the woods

On a starry night

And never

Came out;

Her footprints

Quickly fading,

Drowning into the mud,

Soon overtook by others.

Years on

They found her

Not her really,

the curled up

bones of her

Long white fingers

Still clutching

prized possessions

Of a lifetime.

A lighter

All out of flames

A rock

All out of bruises

And a picture

All out of faces.

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B F Jones is French and lives in the UK. She has poetry and flash fiction in various online magazines and her Flash Fiction collection and 2 poetry chapbooks will be published by Close To The Bone in late 2021 and 2022.