scattered snapshots

on the wooden floor

scuffed up

by the people

come and gone

into my heart

my throat burns

from the hard mixture

of scotch and tears

never poured down

because crying

is useless and even

liquor won’t erase

memories burned into

my body skin charred

blackened at the edges

even though at times

time seems to rest

only here and

I forget but ashes

of the past lay

splattered over

my heart wrapped

in an oversized sweatshirt

coaxing me with its

gray stitches it

whispers that I

can’t escape what

lies behind the

pain laughter innocence

quiet chaos I

shouldn’t run away or hate

dreams of lost reality

all that has molded me

into who I am

though I don’t know

who the fuck that is

but I listen to

the sweatshirt because

it’s seen lots of

my years my

self-created world

the roots of it

will always be in

the past doesn’t control me either

it can only strangle me

if I let it along with

her best friend the

future: Flintstone vitamins

and Jetson lunchbox united

finally if past and

future double-team me

with cartoon gadgets

but instead I

fight them off

with my superpower

of living

in the moment