[remembering]
i painted over the scars
in the back door
but it still lingered there
waiting for a weakness
an opportunity
i created it
and i must destroy it.
it hurts my core to
think of it
yet i love it more than myself,
death joining and splitting.
i tried to run away from it
but i could not -
fear held me with its rubber grip.
so i still sit here sometimes
remembering.