forgetting

forgetting

And what is memory except self imposed etching,
a tattoo of sorts,
blood, mucous, electrical signal,
heart,
soul,
all finding each other and conspiring to haunt you,
take real estate residence inside you,
and make you pay rent to them,
instead of them to you.
W.E.

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