Fading pictures
Filled with ghosts
Cracks
Over faces
Folding shadows
Erasing time
I can’t remember
The hunger
How it felt
Or the pain
How it hurt
The faces smiling
With eyes
Full
Of broken glass
Shanks
Sharpened
And waiting
For my future self
To reminisce
Before going in
For the kill
HASTYWORDS 
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I like. Very much. Your future self may wish to ponder on this before picking a path.
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slam… dunk…
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A lot of powerful imagery, here. Memory can carry a serrated dagger, it seems.
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great poeming.. love the dark imagery
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Thank you 🙂
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