buried memories and sweet marrow

i lurk in the shadows of your buried memories,
gnawing at your ankles like your roommate’s chihuahua
trying to break your exterior flesh seeking a bone
(and perhaps a little blood)
because i know your marrow will taste sweet
as its been marinated with those buried memories
of which all…
are me.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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