Skeletons
Moving on doesn’t make the past disappear,
One trigger goes off and the skeletons reappear.
Shaking and clacking its bones distracting my daily life.
Breathing on my neck grabbing my attention,
Sucked in an undertow with no way to escape its hold.
An ocean of memories and emotions arise to a resurrection.
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