by Megan Diedericks

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the wind swept up
the memories twirling in my head:
it spun out of control, and dropped
when i stopped
next to it.

mesmerized by the flashes of the past,
i stood in a trance, as the future passed me by.

the pain is dull now,
like a tiny thorn between two fingers.

i barely feel it now, but i know –
one wrong move and i might bleed again,
and all that healing
would’ve been all for nothing.

the words twirl in their best ballet slippers,
every turning page is a different scene
with the same old story.

i don’t feel anything when i think of you,
but the ways you dressed up the truth
and the sweet siren songs you would sing
haunt me, still.

i was blinded back then,
and i still get blinded now.

the only difference is,
i know when the wind starts howling
and the dancers lace up their shoes –
it’s time for me to walk away.

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© Megan Diedericks

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Megan Diedericks (she/her) writes poetry and fiction, everything from meek to macabre can be found in between the lines. She has a poetry collection available on Amazon, and her work has been published by Cloaked Press, Last Leaves Magazine and other wonderful literary journals.

Visit her website for more information, or find her on Instagram: @meganreflects!

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