More poems for Promptly Poetry |
| My heart dropped and spilled its contents on the floor, a box of unwanted memories I kept locked behind a door. Like shadows their exaggerated forms, mimed the past while they mocked me, stirred the dust up into storms. What a task to gather all the pieces to reposit, then to neatly forget all about you once back in memory’s closet. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" Week 50 Prompt - a locked door |