Ashes
Haunting memories break
the surface, struggling for
air to breathe and space to
occupy. Quiet dread fills
my heart, enslaved by
liquid lungs.
Panic at these bones that
I had buried. Stay down
in the peaceful dirt. But
some things will never lie still.
Truth breaks free, coloring
the gray.
I guess it's no more
than I deserve. The girl that
was once stuffed in closets, crammed
under beds. As this ancient relic
comes forth to stake a claim
on my life.
I remember being drunk
on sunshine, intoxicated by
lilacs, with the underlying hint
of rotten apples. So, go to sleep,
little angel. Fly away into the sun.
Leave me in peace with what I have done.
Turn away, little memory.
Remember however you choose but
I am far too good now to wallow
in deceit, filth and tar. I have
now a comfortable bed to lie in
and solitude.
I own all of my tragedies,
my flaws, my mistakes. I've
wrapped them all in bows and
packed them away with dust
for food. I am not that person
you knew.
You were aware that I
was no innocent. A gentle
waif that waited patiently
for you to be known. I
adore you for your understanding
and pretending.
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