She Must Be Undone

A poem

Used with permission of the artist, Heather Watts

“She must be undone,” says The Well.
This will not be a neat and tidy affair.

Dissolve into the nothing that is all.

She must be in a time when she can go to bed and cry the pools of salt for days
or even weeks.
She will be as weak as a kitten during this time of the flood.