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haven't been up there in a while

the attic of my mind
� � � � �is crowded with
� � � � � �memories of you

boxed away

� � � � � � �dusty

� � � � � � � �covered with cobwebs

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � put to one side

I should probably
� � go up there and
� � � clean things out

but I won't

there are too many
creepy, crawly things
�in the dark that go unseen
� � � � � � � �and are still hungry

Written by buddhakitty

Published 14th May 2024

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Re. haven't been up there in a while

Indie (Miss Indie)

14th May 2024 3:10am

I wanna say something, but I don't know what to say. I'll just go with, I like this a lot. Can relate.

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buddhakitty

15th May 2024 1:50am

Much thank, Indie. Very much appreciated.

hugs,
buddhakitty.

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Re. haven't been up there in a while

Betty

14th May 2024 6:19pm

This! Yes! The metaphor is perfect and the extensions are perfectly executed.

Attics are dusty tombs where we store shit we don�t want anymore, but we don�t want to get rid of just yet.

And you don�t need it, don�t use it, rarely think about but� but it�s there. A haunting hug. A dormant piece of self.

The narrator knows the shit has to go, but there�s too much still that could hurt.

Fucking love it.