nesting

even
in the quiet moment
of reflection
the memorydagger
stabs through
the curtain of fond remembrance
to shred the veil
into paper dolls
of pain past

insidious
mental scars
like matryoshka dolls
nesting
in each
puckered
line

harken thee
unrepentant spirit
flee the hallowed halls
of dusty relic
take root within
another dried
nightmare

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