in the catacombs

skulk around old hallways
smell the dust of forty winters
crawl through your childhood
accepting splinters as your due

be careful around open doors
don’t be pushed down to the street
your memories creeping like marines
under artillery fire of regret

your toys lined up like soldiers
loyal and true despite the wear of time
clocks wind down but go unmissed
kisses and vows resilient as sugar icing

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