Memories are an awful thing
Faded and wispy
Flowing intangibly
From one room to the next
Smiling one second
A few later, vexed
Balls of quicksilver
Rolling down my arm
Ever fascinating
And elusive
Exquisite
And destructive
No
I don't wish to capture
The whole
In the palm of my hand,
No Renaissance woman
Am I
Just ordinary
Getting by,
Its toxic poison
Seeping into my skin
Relics of sin
But I don't mind
The whispers
Mercury delivers
On beating wings
A reminder of things
Best forgotten
But maybe better yet
Never ever to forget
Copyright © Allene Angelica 2015
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