repression

skull with moth repurposed art

Somewhere,

boxed away

in the attic of my mind,

lived the truth–

dust-covered, mildew-stained–

until the day she toppled over,

spilling her rancid contents

into my consciousness.

And my forged reality

was exposed

by tainted memories

I swore

I could

just

forget.

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