reflecting [02-25-11] by Ava Blu
i didn't remember what day it was; everyone always says that,
says how they had to ask someone, confirm the day.
confirm their life.
i woke up thinking it was monday. i woke up
with fake memories, fake bruises, fake eyes glassing over
and his hands were too warm around my waist.
i didn't remember the day,
i don't remember things as they happened,
it's pieces, hypnosis incomplete,
failure.
02/25/2011
Posted on 02/27/2011 Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Anita Mac on 02/28/11 at 01:27 AM Life can be a blur in some ways and sharp in others, and sometimes you seem to come to in a moment you should be completely comfortable with but find yourself twitching over. Or something. That's my take, anyway. |
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