Friday, August 31, 2012

Try to blot it out, scrub
                it out, rip it out of my
brain completely.
                But you can't forget
something like that,
                No matter how much you

drink, snort, or shoot into
                your veins. The memory
stalks you forever and
                creeps up to maul you
like a rabid dog, when
                you least expect it.

Like now.


~Ellen Hopkins

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