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I can feel the rolls on my back
when I lie down at the end
they crunch up against each other
like memories of mistakes
and keep me wandering the bed
for the position that allows peace

Memory zombies
never stay dead
never stay buried
but instead lumber on
through altered states and altered scenarios
woulda coulda shoulda
all become black-eyed dogs
barking the chill of eternity

I though I’d find the way
to burn my name into the sun
Now I can’t find a way
to ban the monsters to the closet
and to stop the wicked little things under my bed
from following me
scritch scritch scritch

Sleep and food are my goals
hardening my actions
atrophying ambitions
now covered in cloth of stone

Tressa Lee Breen
December 16, 2013 

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