A Passing Memory

A woman who forgets a lot of things often permanently. A short-term memory.

A Passing Memory

Boiling inside is a battle
All gooey and bubbly
In a cauldron it is kept
And hidden then frozen
Like a cloud

I float to sink and otherwise
I dare to breathe contrariwise
Water flows, wind blows
Away all my thoughts
Failingly

Something awakened
It's because of pepper dust
Another sleeps, exhausted
Deep buried in the snow and left
untraceable trails in the woods