Before coffins left the workshop
Ankaa was to climb inside.
Fold herself and check the knots
crack her bones along woodwork.
She'd hammer on lids for half a minute
as they locked her in the basement.
They listened over cups of tea
pouring cow milk. Checked
the thickness of the wood
for buried alive screams.
[tag word: BONE FOLDER - Rachel Hazell @bookloverRAH]
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