Abigail Larimore Poet Verse

My Glorious Recall

And what we thought we knew
As a bag of tricks
A stock of lies
And at the end of my bruises you can see
We are alright, no thanks to you

I was a believer
In your words 
Till you beat her
Now all of your gestures
They gesture in vain
You’ll never win me
You may as well turn around
And drive on home

And every time you pass
That blasted brick structure
I hope you see the faces
Of the people you murdered
Not just their bodies
But spirits and souls
You’ll never be noble
You’re no good at all

And these are the things
My heart wants to say
And these are the things
My flesh seeks to speak
But i am done hoarding
All your transgressions
For every one of yours
There’s a million for me

And misunderstandings
Of what really went on
Fly around on 
The insides of my brain
All I recall are black holes and spaces 
I’m an empty room
I’m a girl with no name

The memories of you 
Would darken me
They were like solar eclipses
Like sand in your eyes
Or ticks in your skin
You should feel everything that we did

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