Day 12

April 21, 2014 § Leave a comment

The flight home was barely a blink,

I watched the rain fall like

passing shadows outside my window,

my dreams were haunted memories

and when I awoke all I could see were ghosts.

The path home drowned underneath my memories –

underwater, I struggled for breath

and my lungs filled with the past I had left behind.

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