..
The past drags
In my mind
Agonizingly forever..
Trailing its icy cold fingers
Digging furrows
Deep into me
Raking its nails
To draw blood
Where there were none
Or so I thought
And then I bleed
Yes I still do
Till this day,
This hour,
This minute
I bleed

I bleed
The joys
The smiles
The love
That were inside me
Trapped.
so silently.
in a corner.
Held fast.

Does anyone know the smell
Of rotten joys
Rotten smiles
Rotten love?