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I can feel the rolls on my back

when I lie down at the end

they crunch up against each other

like memories of mistakes

and keep me wandering the bed

for the position that allows peace

Memory zombies

never stay dead

never stay buried

but instead lumber on

through altered states and altered scenarios

woulda coulda shoulda

all become black-eyed dogs

barking the chill of eternity

I though I’d find the way

to burn my name into the sun

Now I can’t find a way

to ban the monsters to the closet

and to stop the wicked little things under my bed

from following me

scritch scritch scritch

Sleep and food are my goals

hardening my actions

atrophying ambitions

now covered in cloth of stone

Tressa Lee Breen

December 16, 2013