Almost Poetic

Unlearning Pain

The lingering bits of happiness that stay on your skin long after the moment has passed

All that residue of memories, heavy on your chest

You send out screams into the starry night as a way of relieving yourself from feeling so much

Every word coming out like a strained prayer

When will you stop making altars out of your scars? 

Worshipping false gods in the name of healing

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