[142] The Aftermath

All you are now is a tremor in my memory
Like the coming of an earthquake
but to me just an illusion of the mind

All you’ve become now is just a scar on my skin
Like an invisible tenant of my body
but the one that makes its presence felt
once in a while

All you were to me was the static of a television set
Like the white noise of the universe
and the greyness of my personality

The potential you held was limitless
but I fucked it up beyond repair
you became the tremor that destroyed the
television making the static a broken black screen
and the screen mirroring the scar
you left behind

5 thoughts on “[142] The Aftermath

  1. I like how it connects, this one. Tremory, scar, screen, reconnected in final stanza. Also, I noticed the play on time: First stanza is all they are now, second is what they’ve become, and third is what they were. It’s short and succinct, and is cohesive. Also, would a tremor of a memory be called a “tremory”? :3

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