Memories

Nightmares, that she desperately
Tries to keep repressed
Flood to the surface
Abandonment; the flame within flickering and dying
Rusted; her grasp on the world, she’s losing hold
Climbing; the vines of her memories snarl and corrupt the house,
As sleep no longer offers its reprieve

 

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