Writing about Memories

Memory writing
Memory writing

Memories

Images remain
as nails driven hard,
the eyes are gouged out
yet images remain,
limp eyelids blink
on hollow sockets,
blood trickles down.

Images nestle
in the raw flesh.
I should have known
that haunting images
floating random
in ether,
shall one day return
and go deeper inside,
as you hammer them
softly in.

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  1. damyantig

    Thanks, Darc. Yes, it was written at a dark period of my life.

    Annie, lemme know when it is published? I will keep an eye out for it tho.