orpheus

 worn out memories
 are worming their way
 back
 washing up on the shores
 dragging detritus in
 their dreadful wake
 my mind is bogged down
 swamped
 (is it my mind?
 whose?
 is it mine?)
 dark materials glow
 fluorescent
 sick neon
 the buried clambers up
     to surface
 hauling
 slimed trails
 flashing
 like trenchcoated perverts
 their suspectedunexpected wares
 the past strips
 baring its unsunkissed skin
 behind my eyelids
 (whose?
 who is it?)
 to peel means to unpeel
      to remove
 to skin means to take off the skin
 deskin.
 skinned.
 memories unwrap themselves
 presenting insides up 
       to glare
 (look, 
 look, look
 look at me)
 the buried climb
 don't look back.
 faces swirl in mist
 dissipate
 lose their edges
 soft flesh blur
 i forget the corners
 of your smile
 (who am i though
 who is who)
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