I thought I had all my childhood
memories tucked away,
somewhere safe in the back of my
mind,
compartmentalized.
Shoved in a box, taped shut,
stuck on a shelf and
forgotten about.
In fact, they were forgotten so
well that I actually
couldn’t recall them when I
wanted to.
Now that
they’re unwanted guests,
they’ve
come bursting through the
doors,
tumbling off the shelves.
The tape
is worn and tearing.
The box
is opening and spewing them
all over
my psyche.
They are
ruining everything.
For the first time in my life,
and hopefully the only time,
I’m having a complete mental b
R
E
A
K
D
O
W
n.
Feels
like I’m falling deeper and deeper
into a
sea of memories that are waiting
with wide
open mouths, monstrous jaws.
Their
hands are open and held together;
They’re
collecting now.
Collecting on my soul,
Feeding on my fears.
I thought I’d
dealt with these
demons a long
time ago. Turns
out all I did was
delay their feast.
Now it’s time to fight.
There’s
no way I can
let them defeat me.
But reliving them is
such
a terrifying
experience.
Quick, sneak them in. Let's play dirty.
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