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I hear the voices in my head,
and feel the thrum of their words
pulling open dusty drawers
in the attic of forgotten spaces.
Shivers blaze trails up and down my spine
and a silence weighs me down,
as I see the pictures in my mirror,
cracked, many years ago.
They slam through me,
assigning sin upon forgotten sin
to my bare defenseless soul,
in that moment when time briefly stops.
Seconds, minutes, hours, blaze through my head
leaving carnage in its wake, burning down defenses
etched on my skin by the knife of time,
so why will you not stay forgotten....