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Empty valley on blank pages By njsaroff 2017 There are only valleys filled with memories of you Rivers of moments flowing through the pathways of the head Bloated with what is left of you The lips that used to speak are glued together as you come toward them Like an unseen ghost in this haunted house of a body, Dead on the inside from the abandonment The house still feels every inch of you Still feels your teeth biting on the skin Sharpening were your nails, Like claws, Those knives striking the bones, Grinded into pieces When you left, Thorns grew in the heart Tore away at what remained of the soul The hands you used to hold are consumed by the need to write But sentence that once came to life are wiped clean by An imagination that can only thinks of you The fingers can not clasp the pen to write Blank stay the pages like the crevices of the mind In the corners of the brain lies your memory Feeding on the person from the past like a leach You still reach inside the spirit, Take the last pieces of emotions and turn them into shard Shrapnel Sharp glass that impales anyone nearby with the slightest of movement No words come No thoughts of the person who used to exist return Lungs gasp for air in an empty room but there is nothing to suck in No way to breathe Shell of an older form Feelings of numb Everything is hollow Like no blood runs through the limbs Like thoughts have deserted from every part Turning into voices that can’t escape the mouth The moment replays, Every color of you fills the space Fills the body Once again like it did that night Seasons and smells Sounds and flavors Never leave Enter the body Latch on, They come in like you did Unannounced Unwanted Unwilling to leave Creeping in Smothering anything of what was It's all gone now, It's all boring It's all blank valleys written on empty pages. 11/15/18 --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app