i push them back the memories of what we did

of what we did that day i push them back and

keep them down like fermenting fruit our rotten

lies i push them back down to the pit of my stomach

where they roil and rumble like a faraway storm i

keep them in locked in my bodies cell behind ribcage

bars i keep them in no light no visitors just water and

bread to keep them in but sometimes at night when

my mouth is slack and i lie alone they creep out like

rabies foam like blood they trickle out they creep out

from my standby mind like stray dogs they wander at

night looking for answers and on the lights out breeze

comes the pathetic trembled wail of a child we failed

and at night she comes in through my window and

finds my thoughts and finds my dreams and she will

not leave until i wake and push them back and stuff

my pockets and flood my veins with what we did for

one more day to seek an answer to questions that

i dare not speak so i push them back.