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Plagued By Memories
Memories of whip-lashing words steeped me deep into a roil of rancid oil my soul a weeping blistered sore my heart a gangrene amputee pus-green-memories rupture to plague me infection still oozes from core’s moaning cracks in a pale cringe I sniffled cold floor my confidant a split lip half-wit tamed by the maim of his fist buried by a madman’s magma I turned to obsidian and fractured my sense of self a thousand blades of glass words spewed like chewed-tobacco spit pinned me in place like a pitchfork’s blackened tines he split my skin stripped me to my bones his vulture needs I remember my emotional remains he savored flavored with slaps and vodka bottle bottoms I seethed in sour juices of moonshine abuses pain and shame I counted moons I waited as I breathe so I do remember I fantasized of blasting him to the belly of Hell when I’d usher vengeful death inside our dark door reaper’s reckoning when this battered forget-me-not shattered hateful bones with buck-shot scatter— damn! I would’ve paid the devil for a jail cell to be free candlelight nights bruised by cruiser lights black-eyed Susan pressed between diary pages concussion dreams panic my pulse and dilate my eyes oh sleep of the dead heal me with deceased peace ‘til night hags of nightmares die ...I will remember
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