Friday, November 20, 2015

Internal Scrimmages

by Brooke Holley

Like constant reminders
They haunt my sleep.
Images of death,
Killings, and gore
Refuse to leave.
These atrocities
My mind creates
Are meant to frighten
But never harm.
They are the echoes of the past,
Punishing me
For my mistakes.

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