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Dear *****, I am not allowed upstairs
I am kept in secret
a product of hidden shame
a small hole where the straw fits through
my own vile stench gagging me
shown various photographs
unsure of their meaning or content
The same 5 everyday
Awakened by any small noise
What is a memory?
Light means sleep
dark means dark
Different pictures today
thankful for that
Light came too slow
dark felt forever
Making a weapon maybe
the right moment through the hole
the other side means memory
Taught to only forget
Hosed properly
possession sinks in
small noise to black picture
Memory means harmful
