Origami Soul

unfolding ravaged savage memories
barbaric
the things he did to me
trying to raise them up
trying to let the light pierce the shadows



hollow passion
crimes against the lesser
bending toward the ache.
Dusty, dirty grit in between my teeth
want to spit it back at you

the pulp of chances lost

wondering if disappearing would start the clock ticking again.
Please forgive my apathy; I care too much.
Time destroyed us.
Time destroyed me.

~S.I.M.
Two Eleven