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Tags: oubliette poem

I slipped 

and here I am,
knowing that there is a world

outside this slick walled space,
where memories don’t writhe

away from your grasp
like pale worms searching
for less exposed places to be.

This is not the first time,

which is a small blessing.
Because I know if I hold still enough,
a small thread will present itself—

so tiny at first, but
getting more solid with each breath
until it is strong enough
for me to tug at

and pull myself out of this oubliette
and into the world 
that I remember. 

Photo by Hailey Kean on Unsplash

Song Choice: Ansiedad by Carla Morrison

This poem was inspired by the Weekly Scribblings prompt at Poets and Storytellers United, Found Poems and Erasures. 

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