Floodgates

Even the most neglected memory

Covered in cobwebs

Creeps into the edge of consciousness

Unbidden, the uninvited messenger

Of yesterday sent to portend tomorrow

Or like a Dickens spirit subvert it.

That dark corner quarantines the uncomfortable

Needle sharp and blunt force and aching want.

They maraud thoughts, overrun

Stillness and corrupt the heart.

Awaken the soul and read their messages

Carved graffiti on the walls of memory.

Heed the omens of the vicious past or

Curse your forever.

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