Category : Poems

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The deep gashes were scabbed over and the healing caused an itch I was more ashamed of than irritated with. I was healing. But, that would make it all over. That would make it possible to move on. I didn't want that. Despite what I may have claimed or even will continue to. And so—frightened of the idea of being forgotten by you and the idea of forgetting us—I sat on the edge of the bed you no longer sleep in inside the bedroom you no longer come home to each night built inside the building that I haven't been able to call home since you were here last and I slowly peeled the scabs off of my heart. I must reopen the wounds, I said to myself. I must let the blood breathe the air. I must resurface the pain. I must embrace the cringe from the sting of our memories flowing like rivers into my lungs. I must keep the tale of our journey at sea afloat despite the ship sinking from the very beginning