Those mystic moments of memory
tapping out on the inside cobblestones
once walked
The smell of that already old young building
being trampled through by characters
both fictional and factual
The green of the room scratches on skin
resting in reality
between bouts of staged hallucinations
The laughter and the cruelty
soaked into the cement
strengthening the walls
yet making the fourth more clear
The past
both Heaven and Blessed Hell
Was it really as fulfilling as it feels now
Is there truly a need to know
Those angelic demons
don't need to be woken
November 1, 2024
Tressa Lee Breen
Day 1 of 30 NaNoWriMo2024
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