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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Yep! I can relate. Nice job!
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Absolutely amazing
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I second the “yep.” Love this especially: “And my forged reality/was exposed.”
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Loved it. neat work.
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“Forged reality” is a wonderful juxtaposition.
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Brilliant!
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true words…
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I love the truth about the poem, it’s relatable to many.
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