pools of the past

junia

the past was angry

that everyone always looked at her so fondly

but no one ever came back -

so, I swam wistfully

through all her iridescent pools

until suddenly, nostalgia grabbed my ankle

and drowned me ruthlessly

  • Author: junia (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 10th, 2022 05:50
  • Category: Reflection
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  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful imagery, thanks for sharing

    • junia

      thank you



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