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sometimes I seek words

buried deep

in places

private

or

forgotten

and find 

feelings

I did not

want

to remember

even though

it makes some things clear

that I should 

have seen

but chose

to look the other way

now these feelings

like crumbs

under 

the cushions

having 

fallen

between

the 

crack

years ago

rub my skin 

raw

remarks

draw blood

leaving

crimson

stains

on

my ivory

throne

October Poetry Writing Month 2020

 Day 17 of 31