when she

(image via Mr Cheryl)
I was told I was a seed
That burying me would allow me to flourish
That I could not be truly destroyed
Unless through death
But I feel weaker now
Than I have

You have been trying to suffocate me with the past
remember?
remember?
remember?

I will never forget

Something is bitter against these memories
Now there are fingerprints from you
Trying desperately to pull them out of storage
Trying so hard to replay them
remember?
remember?
remember?


I do
But I have also grown
And this version of me cannot love you
She has been moved too far away
And is now sprouting through
remember?
remember?
remember?


She remembers
But she is unmoved by the past


BY ZARA MEDUGU


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