don’t write don’t say what is meant
twist past the heart
into the back
of a lie
the lie that helps
you
feel better while
bleeding from a self-given wound
and know to stop
speaking
seeking
what is no longer yours to possess
focus on not letting go
not letting the present slip
not letting the past push in
until old wounds open
old memories surface
a flood of images
blood flowing from broken skin
carnage left by demands not met
feel that devil creep under your skin
to control the mind
heal enough for new wounds
lose site of self
of knowing, who
of name, face, age…
lose track of time
of caring
of being
forget
until
you know
the image of your grave
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