Memories circle like sharks,
The eyes of the abyss
Peering through me
Shattering all it touches.
Thoughts dissipate
Into the air
With exhaled smoke
Replaced with the cold fear
Of a new day.
A life squandered
Has no chrysalis,
It grows chunks
Like milk left out to long
It goes down hard
With fire on the tongue.
Sad little parts
Choked into submission
To make way for
The new Home.
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