By Vivi Sojorhn

 

It starts inside, a

Match lit to burn

The bad smell of

Collections of experience

No longer related to

Even each other.

This is not an archival

Burn. This is not junk

Determined to infect somehow…

Actually, some of it is infected junk

Impulsive moments

Nice things that never worked into the heart,

Though are to be redistributed

Somehow, and decisions, those decisions can

Leave some avoidance in the line

Both in heart and the mind

Still it is unnatural to drag around

The growing bags

And boxes. Damnit!

The home of dust mites

And rat piss (where they are has not been found).

In self-defense letting go

Is the only way to truly grow.

It may feel like shit.

But cannot be compared

To drinking in a new life

Where once there was dispair.

 

Decluttered(c)copyright by ViviSojorhn 2026