Memory Monsters
Her lips
Bleed
Nightmares
In the
Morning,
Spill over her-
She can’t even
Escape
In her dreams.
She sleeps
In a wonderland
Gone wrong,
Lead poisoned
From her
Night-cap…
Sleep is her
Runaway
Child,
The one she
Lost
In the
Fire,
Tortured
And
Torturous.
In her mind,
She watches her
Family
Die,
One by one-
But she doesn’t
Take her exit too
Into the flames-
She
Stitches
Her mouth closed
Instead.
Such is the
Pervasive
Power of
Silence.
Her mind is a
Place of
Metamorphosis,
Monsters
Are birthed here.
They crawl out of
Her dark
Corners,
Find their way
To the light
And grow stronger
By it-
You can see them
Flash
Behind her
Irises.
Memories do
Not like to be
Forgotten,
Especially
The bad ones-
Memory
Monsters
Do not fade
Away.
She locks them up,
Gives their cages
Keys
And hides them-
But
Triggers
Are like a
Shotgun
Through her
Recesses
And release the
Beasts,
Freezing her like a
Deer in
Headlights,
Ravaging her
Until she can
Control them
Again.
Someday
She’ll
Win the fight,
Her demons won’t
Haunt at night-
But,
Until then,
Her lips will pray
For a heaven
That won’t take her
Back,
And her morning
Will spill
Nightmares
Over her
That she’ll
Wish
She could
Forget.
Copyright © Alex Grimm | Year Posted 2017
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