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breeze on sole. peel apart. remember
the way
the way he starred and sank through me

wind

alone again
i feel the pulse
in my stomach
and a tear insanity rises and flows
the fear boils and bubbles like a cauldron of anguish
that wont end. burns forever
close them tight
see reflected light. images of curtains
downward stripes
take me away from the fright that is my mind
no more hurt
seek the truth the now the light
the past is no more
yet i want it to be a source of happy memories
not a twisting knife
do i forget?
must i?
the curtain opens
the black night seems cold
yet endless possibilities exist beyond
the glass
screen
breeze inhale