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