The ants crawl

by Ralkkai

The ants crawl.
They crawl my toes
my feet
my legs
my soul.

They know
the only things
I know.

They crawl across my heart
and leave pitted caves
full of dust and char.

They sail across the sea
that is me and
return to me
an empty bottle.

They turn the crank
that once housed my melody
and only creeks of solitude
bellow out
from a speaker that
once knew harmonies.

The ants,
they dance my fingers
like a widow’s memory
of her wedding day,
like the way she moved
in her white dress.

The ants dance across
what is left of me
and lock me out
of what I could have been.