When memories find me
cowering beneath their
vengeful gaze,
they strip me down
and scour me raw,
their eyes ablaze
with ghosts ressurrected
from yesterday.
I cringe and cry,
but reach for them,
plead for their return.
But quick as light
they flee this day,
leaving me to yearn
in foetal position,
sobbing time away.
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