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Apr 2020
Memoirs can be abandoned —
her empty heart
is what drives her strong
just like what she covers,
in her face.

Ghosts of their shadows
spelled out in her grip — call upon them
like a spirit
that desires to be summoned.

She was standing amid the ghost town — there she was closing her eyes — stomach churning,
when she recognized him.

They were glaring at each other
who will triumph?
It was that vie —
of whom should move first — “I still love you.”

He spoke with a smirk — her thoughts are like the battleground
“Should I trust him?”
She called for her shadow — only the beeping noise
of the cricket's songs
can be drawn in the area — she grappled to resist
the cracks,
frightened, it will shower.

He threw that stifle laugh
a natural one — she couldn't ignore;
He attempted to contain
the rushing vessels
that forced them to be one.

They tried to settle in the present — left the Ghost Town
of their oppressed minds
the aged allure,
at the back of their heads.

Maybe — this way
will work,
and they don't have to fight anymore.
Ghost Town of oppressed memories.
Coleen Mzarriz
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Coleen Mzarriz  F/bright places.
(F/bright places.)   
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