Chapter 1 – Memory is a bitter friend

16 May

A maddening invocation

From the pit of your bowels

To the temple of your soul

To the back of your eyes

Out the side of your head

Through your ears

Emotions spawn

Like fish upstream

Toward relief.

A sigh,

Threatening suffocation or

So like the scent of your favorite bloom

You inhale until it hurts

Unraveling, travelling

Centuries

Before you leave your room.

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