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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
Copyright ©
Susan Ashley
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