June 15, 2017
They run through veins, through distant organs I didn't know I had.
Distant hospital that holds the sick in prison beds.
Ice cold memories of broken trust run through my shivering body.
Memories too harsh to even live through.
They haunt me every day, tears at night,
Throwing me out of my comfort zone.
He's laying there, cancer.
Cutting off his air support.
These memories run through towns I want to run from,
but there's no open door to go through.
They're locked, like trust.
Secrets spill, overflowing the river bank,
tug and hang on my legs like slimy milfoil.