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memories flash before me in a jumbled collage
falling away one by one as another fights to break through
wavy and foggy, it’s hard to make them out
like words on a former sheet of paper
held together by a gossamer thread
delicate, fragile, easily severed
I try not to stop it, I let them fight alone
soon it is inevitable as bright white light breaks the thread
the memories become distant, unrecognizable
in lucid movements I try to save them
but the pressure on my head becomes unbearable
as the bricks on my feet drag me down and down
panic overrides peace and I realize
I must have done something to suffer so
my innocence was impossible and I deserved it.
-4/21/98
The Tormented Cantaloupe Copyright © 1996-2004
Jennifer Haynes