I don’t remember making any promises.
A runaway child with shifting sandcastle dreams.
I am here with you; the whole of me, to you, is not enough, is insufficient.
What can promises do?
They don’t anchor my heart.
They don’t keep me wearing your scent.
They don’t keep my legs jelly and from wandering.
Let the kite fly freely to its ruin
by cutting the string.
Please!
Tag: childhood trauma
Blurry past
some memories are a haze
no recollection of the first kiss
nor school graduations
it was like a tasteless fog
breakups used to taste like sour wines
hurtful words once felt like poisons
friendships were full of giggles
fun time used to be like sunshine
some memories are like sharks
they are capable of swallowing you alive
Pop covered Nan’s head with a tin bucket
dented it all over with a hammer
Ma attacked Pa full force
left fingernail scratches
some things once seen
cannot be unseen
I wish they were blurry
Flicker of Thoughts 