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Flashbacks

screaming

fists don’t sound like on TV

no slap

just dull thuds

prayers

wishes

memories I fought to let go--

 

To escape

I must learn.

To learn

I must pay.

To pay

I must dig deep

into the cave of forgotten

what should be left;

 

pick up my soul

analyze its inner workings;

 

let the scars bleed

take a picture with the blood;

 

As you demand my traumas

And enter me into a lottery

For scholarship money.

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