Precious
Don't kiss goodbye memories gone by, because they will sneak back on you with a knuckle sandwhich, fit to find your teeth,
just as you've grown comfortable to the guise of lies that shimmy on up flagpoles, waving toward setting sun that smiles on everyone,
that is when rumination begins, as a sparkle of sunlight spreads openly on spectacles inching off your face gritting into beams,
it will floor you, land you on your back like a capsized ship on cement seas, seasonsed with pebbles varying in size,
sharpened in degrees, fables slide down deciding to deviate from their message because they belong to you, digging into your chest cavity,
bleeding will subside, once you decide to abandoned a way that was derelict, youth will spit as they pass rolling on skateboards,
but feasting would not be done, for goodbye was a memory you wouldn't, couldn't, shouldn't survive if life is to thrive,
pray it not find you, hound you, haunt you until blood erupts in geyser pools to tickle dust immediately near in air up there,
collapsing on sentimentality, that is your face, and smothering you, drowning forgetfulness so that always knows how it choked,
for memories escape entrenchment yet seldom are bodies unbruised, ruined for lack of safety, lack of confrontation, so that haunting occurs,
more of a sneak attack, good or ill, depending on what you done, memories as precious gems that you wear in your crown, or choke on.
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