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| Buttons by � moon_grace Younger, I didn't understand Looking homeward..... Into dark memories- That were always swimming Wiggling Just beneath the surface. Mostly, I tiptoed 'round them (Much as possible) Till the lightest breath, Or mention, Or smell Would brush against their button And they would leap From the crowd Of thoughts hanging 'round in my head.... Their screams Always caught me Off guard. And I stopped to push them down, Down, Drown, Down-- Pushing And Holding Them Under... Must quiet them again. Now I see- Only memories holding No pain. No fear. Not Identity. Only, Only Memories- With buttons Out of order. ~moon. |
