Honestly, I feel betrayed, you know,

that schoolgirl kind where your heart’s

too big for your chest and you can’t breathe

and your throat constricts with pain,

with tears that you won’t cry

because you won’t let yourself,

because you’re too wise, too strong

for that now, because you’re old enough

to know better and it shouldn’t matter,

not at all, not in the bigger scheme

of things, life’s chained link dreams,

spooling back into funicular days,

a span of memories too wide to be

retained, held loosely within the confines

of an aging brain. I feel betrayed.

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