memories

The memories seethe unseen like Maggots within my corpse Locked away behind the porcelain Doors and pale white bones They surge up and imprint on my Skin, leaving bruises invisible to Any untrained eyes that have never Felt the lash of violent hatred Purple and blue blotches on my Soul shaped like the fingers from The angry hands a century ago. They only hurt when I see them They dig into my heart like The rusted blades yanked from Battlegrounds left untouched For millennia, until now The memories feed on my bones And softly threaten to bring me To my bruised knees, whispering Condescending threats as they do They are a sea within me, Boiling hot and scathing Every inch of me until I Am simply unrecognizable They speak and shout until I Am dragged to the icy depths, The only warmth I own fading Quickly from my abused limbs. When it becomes too much the tide Sweeps in and carries me to land But the respite is only brief And always bittersweet. They are toxin in my air, slowly Suffocating my lungs and purging Me of happiness until I crumble Or find my only defense. The only question I have ever Known: will I sink? Or will I find my strength And finally learn to swim?