*memory is a ruins of fallen leaves,
strewn bodies, broken glass
the 3 am hauntings, morning
unable to clear the debris
so I crawl into the past
with some crayons and paint
some color here, a scribble
on that wall, flowers planted
and just like that, arches where
nothing stood, grave stones
mark the burial of shadows,
and the cessation of hauntings
* image by Hareguizer, Chapter House
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