The Prison of Memories

A Poem

Photo by Denny Müller on Unsplash

It’s the smell of breaking soil freshly watered and fertilized

Hoping something beautiful

Can rise and bloom

From literal piles of shit.

It’s the angle of the fluorescent light hitting the bathroom wall

As we try

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Lover/writer of poetry, romance, paranormal, self-help, etc. I don’t enjoy the confines of a niche. Published author: What Storms May Bring: Seasons of Change.

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Pratiti Renee Mehta

Pratiti Renee Mehta

Lover/writer of poetry, romance, paranormal, self-help, etc. I don’t enjoy the confines of a niche. Published author: What Storms May Bring: Seasons of Change.