Memories-Stella D’Vine

They travel up and down memory lane.

Section searching for the one that hurts the most.

It’s almost like a welcoming.

Received with open arms covered in thorns.

They dribble down my arms in thick rivulets.

Mixing and merging with each other making them more painful.

Memories that hurt.

Memories that link together to cause a deeper wound.

Memories that sting.

They see you and laugh.

They cry and whimper at the memory.

A memory so pure.

A memory so naïve.

A memory that will haunt.