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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.