By, J. Lynn Dickson
Memories tiptoe into now
Like a child with padded feet
Edging towards the noise that frightens
To that nameless thing she sees
When her eyes are closed
Sleeping or not
She takes the covers, slams them shut
Yesterday is a pop-up book
Where the nightmares aren't real
Unless the pages are turned
She dreams her life
A shaken etch-a-sketch
Sadness erased
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