Memories hurt like
pressing a bruise.
They ache
and you want to tear
it out and away but
it's stuck to your flesh.
Memories are like
cigarette smoke,
you lay awake craving
them but when you give
in it stings and you can't
quite breathe anymore.
Memories are like black
coffee half burnt in
the ***
Bitter and scalding,
painful to taste and
swallow.
Memories choke you
out with the force
of your own sobs,
gasping for air and
begging for mercy.
Memories are
living and potent,
reminders of our
humanity and our pain.
Dec 28, 2020
Dec 28, 2020 at 2:07 AM UTC
Memories hurt like
pressing a bruise.
They ache
and you want to tear
it out and away but
it's stuck to your flesh.
Memories are like
cigarette smoke,
you lay awake craving
them but when you give
in it stings and you can't
quite breathe anymore.
Memories are like black
coffee half burnt in
the ***
Bitter and scalding,
painful to taste and
swallow.
Memories choke you
out with the force
of your own sobs,
gasping for air and
begging for mercy.
Memories are
living and potent,
reminders of our
humanity and our pain.
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