Deathlyhallows

Maya

United States

Once

August 31, 2015

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The past haunts us
In ways we cant find until
All to fast, its there.

Its enormous.
Insurmountable.

We ignore it, we push it away
Leaving it to rot in dusty, forgoten, lonley
Silent corners of ourselves.

But these moments shape us.
They change us.
They whisper in the dead of night,
And claw and our window panes,

White paint slinking away,
Cracks revealing the harsh, splintered wood beneath.
The silence slinks between the cracks
Embarased as to what it hides.


 

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