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Past Reel
Prose from SHS.
Every new moment
is accompanied by the past
playing on reel
scrunched up, projected to
the inside of my eyelids
so that I’m no longer in the present
or the past, really,
I just can’t see,
and all I can feel is this pain
I refuse to leave behind.
It is a constant reminder that
“I came from this;”
and the unjust conclusion,
I don’t deserve to be happy
because of it.
Thanks for reading! If you like my style of prose, please make sure you follow the Bits & Bones publication, where I’ll be dropping short speculative non-fiction Mondays and Wednesdays!
This excerpt is one of many that I’ll be posting to Medium from the collection Strangling Heartstrings (a memoir in prose).
If you’d like to get your hands on a copy (featuring more stories exclusive to the ebook) you can get it on Amazon or download it from my Patreon (Skull+ tier, along with many other creative goodies).
