Day 3,608 in the Nanny June Care Home

The One Where We Cannot Pickle Souls

For frail read skeletal

and peaceful read absent.

For comfortable read immobile.

and between us is the end

For she is stuck between the now

and the nothing that follows.

For preserving life means nothing

and we cannot pickle souls.

For there is only one way out

and she does not want to go.

For strong is relative

and tough is leather.

For she is hanging by a thread

and it strangles her.

Liz Morrison