Rotten Memories
Again and Again
A word
Hanging on my lips
Echoes
A siren in my brain
Did I say it?
...
Again
Again
...
Three words - Three lies
Eternal Resting Place
As I flinch and hide
Flash turns to flesh
They rise.
...
Again
Again
...
Rotten limbs, scratching my walls
Parts holding down
Parts probing
Parts forcing themselves inside
I think I said it
...
Again
Again
...
They broke the walls
There is no hiding
Where one goes through
The horde will follow
Flooding my mind
...
Again
Again
...
I smell the blood, Deceit,
The smoke, Disdain,
Your wine,
then Pain.
I know I said it
...
Again
Again
...
Chewing my bones,
Until nothing's left
I whisper
"No"
Again and again
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Sasha Desideri
Philosopher, adventurer, mother, and occasionally words-lover
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