Flow
/Cold 3am nights go colder when memories of you barge in.
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The painful life lessons
That leave red and raw lesions
Inflamed — pulsating, even
Throbbing constantly —
Residual anguish flowing wildly
Underneath soft carmine streams
Entombed in cerulean veins
Twisting and contorting like grape vines
And that is why, though painful to hear —
The enemy isn’t the painful life lessons
But
The catalyst
For it:
A remembrance
By Marchanna Bentley
Website: https://medium.com/@viscerals