I fed the silence with sweat and steel,
But your name still echoes louder than my breath.
I thought I buried you under bench presses and soreness,
But today you smiled in the group chat,
And the ghost I buried came home to feast again…
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Necky (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments4
There are people we can't get rid of because they live in our mind. The ones we want to avoid keep coming back to us in the form of memories.
And we have to find a way to be okay with it. I should never have dipped my ink in the company’s ink, everyone said not to do it, but I didn’t believe them. Now it keeps pulling me back into the same situation. There’s no escape… the only way is through
Whether a person or a thought there are memories that return to feed off a corpse from the past. There are no defenses that can be erected to continually divert such scavengers that when least suspecting momentarily snatch a bit of stolen past carrion. Loved it a fave
Yeah, it gets worse when you have to see them every day. I have to kill a part of myself just to seem normal eveyday
Everyone has at least one of these a person or memory that loiters at the back of the mind, waiting for its not moment to eat again, a great write
Some ghosts don’t haunt, they wait. Thank you for seeing that part of the piece 😊
You are very welcome
Hauntingly familiar. Great write. IGNORE THE TRIGGER. Forgiveness and acceptance play its part.
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