recollection

i am frightened by those who

talk to their reflections

or the palm of their hands

certain scars they try to scare

away

because it reminds me too much

of a person living inside me.

i predict a death by lightning

because i am used to having things i find

most precious

kill me.

i try to push in the cutthroat

emotions that haunt the

messages my mother forgot to erase from her phone

sent between those who were

at a time

fighting to protect and

keep intact a girl who crumbled at the sides.

you do not need to believe in

timewarps and

magic machines to see a picture perfect

vision as clear as stark light

of what used to be.

one nightmare is all it takes

for the deepest memories to resurface.