Arlyn

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PLUM BLOSSOMS
Back of My Mind

It’s tiny things
that scrape your mind
small at the moment
emboldened over time

Scratches on your memory
that open holes
pits that pull you back
to things you cannot change

It’s from these depths
that nagging thought
goes from constant whisper
to unstoppable scream


 

Copyright 2006 Arlyn Serber