Old wounds seep
into the ivory floor,
find the cracks
and make a home
to sprout new every year.
New wounds, so ripe
form hard, thorny pits
deep inside;
a seed to plant.
The bright lights of flashbacks
stain everything infected.
There is no future
without the past.
You cannot forget.
Eight wheels against the world,
and there's you,
the un-anointed princess
of a realm you refuse to claim.
But everything is so shiny
when you're around.
I can't look away,
the heartbreak.
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