Burial of the Forgotten

I know in this moment I am doomed
to live out this life as driftwood
hollowed out bones
shaped so unkindly as a woman
heart a cavern for the feasting insects
sun bleached, half buried in the sands
time ticking lines in melting flesh

Here, I have no home
among the ancient bloodless
encased in stone
almost as unrecognizable
as when I would occupy any bed
punishment for seeking heat
is to be emptied out completely
womb charred
to feel none other than waves
or grit beneath

Abandoned, useless timber
omitted from the story
left to ponder endless shells
waters will not echo calls to
open gates of the underworld
Hades does not want such as this
for her army