i have so many memories of you
i remember them every time i see your face
the rememories that never leave
are the ones that cut the hardest
not because they have the longest blade
but because they are covered in hemlock and
stain the blood in my veins
long after i pull them from my back.
Theyre supposed to be pretty
like the diamonds and gold on the handles
prettier than the ebony and obsidian
of the darkly remeniscient deaths
but they stain the ruby-red blood
a horrible shade of hate and anger and disgust:
a million shades of loss disguised as gray.
And the rememories etched onto each blade
are branded into my skin every time
a knife draws blood. and i can
look at my arms and read the stories
behind every slash and scar
because i can read the etchings
of rememories long lost
even though the rest of the world
just sees razor sharp and blood red.
I know the rememories.