Reflections On Broken Promises, Part One

Nights aren’t any longer, but they are harder. Every time I come home and quiet my heart, I can hear every word that I thought I deflected. Every inch I thought I gained, I watch it coil back underneath the veil of watchful eyes. My past slithers into caverns unbeknownst. The memories flicker and flash through my mind. The things I’ve said, the pain I didn’t. So gross. Yet, it is mine. My own. My precious mistakes that only I can fathom. Please don’t leave me. This monster wants to drag me into the deep.

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