past hurts

lounging on street corners

if I moved away

if I didn’t live here where memories lounge on street corners, leaning against lamp posts and tree trunks, sucking on cigarettes, staring me down with disdain

where past hurts gather in gangs, conversations hush, ready to pull me into dark spots, drag me down alleys to twist the knife

awkward laughter…… hollow eyes

if I didn’t live here would they all fall down?

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9 thoughts on “past hurts

  1. Memories lounging on street corners. Great imagery.

  2. Beginnings are just that. A chance. Nothing more. The past rides along, a burr stuck to a sock, and sows itself in the new eden.

  3. foroneplease

    beautiful!

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