Sarcophagus

Remembering the eulogy, on this cold and frosty morning. Mental inscriptions along the glass reflections. Those remnants held tightly are the dismal connections to unpleasant memories. Cuts and abrasions of reopened wounds that refuse to heal. Spirits returning from the old days. The mind is a broken coffin. It is difficult to let the dead remain buried.

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