I Don'T Like Riddles
The waters of Lethe the tattooists ink
Tracing over memory
Replacing with fear of unknowable
To have forgotten
On the dead breath of terror
Recognition sparse
Piecing together a different picture
That may indeed be the truth
For what is felt
May crush what was known
Bathe in the waters, consume
Wash away not memory but
Residual fear
Distrust
Knowledge of never knowing
Don't soothe me, I should be wide awake
On the tattooists chair
Leave me a note on my arm
"Trust no-one"
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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