Lost in transit, I thought I saw a ghost, with whispy hair, and a broken nose; it looked damaged.
I wouldn't have guessed that I knew who she was, no, I wouldn't have known, had it not been for her single laugh that let me know, I was her, and she was me, and that she had detached many years ago, wandering the world without us together, or that she was so far into her lightweight, empty form that speaking words would be untranslatable and we could not communicate to each other anymore.
I could look at you, but never recognize your face as it has become much too distorted with malicious intentions and sweaty, sleepless nights; you are quite far gone, and as I look at your indistinguishable face, I'm not sure I'd ever remember who you once were.
I never asked for my hands to be caked in ash, fists full of powdered, smothered memories weigh me down like cages; if you were to see my body, cut apart, missing, coated and preserved as a martyr, like a body in Pompeii trying to fight back the smoke.
you can try to fight your memories, but you'll die trying maybe we should accept them instead, ya know? I need to get better at that
Emptiness echoes but does not return the same lifeless message. Only the stillness of the room reflects such dreary gasps for color and that still desire of the moth longing to surpass its dull greys for the wings of a fluttering butterfly in its glory days.
this is from 3 yrs ago AND I NEVER POSTED IT HERE? I thought I did but nope, just on theprose.com only I'm a fool, but here
A large crash; Everything comes at once, Drags you by your chest and pulls you in, Makes you relive every moment And with scents Breaking past your hyposmia, Troubled voices crowding In your ears, in your throat, And you remember it all Thumping in your chest, Making you so ill, Always sick, always prying At your weakened body, But you’ll forget it again, Hoping it goes away, And it will always find you In hot flashes, To drag you by your feet, Asking you to see again.