My memories smell like earth.

I breath it in until it’s completely occupying the space in my lungs. It crawls up through my throat, into the darkest corners of my mind.

It lies in there somewhere.

Deep inside, where an empty picture frame hangs crooked and under a vase that carries wilted flowers that were once a gift. The chest is dusty and the lock is broken, but I promise it’s in there.

Sometimes it’s good but most times it’s bad. Bright white with flecks of amber and gold that smell like rushing waterfalls and lavender- on the good days.

The bad days are coming.

I can’t let you stay inside forever. What if you hear the breaking; smell the burning of wood? What if that crashing water sound that you adore so much is replaced with the sighs of a youth whose heart was falling apart?

Who would want to stay after that?

Breathe out.

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NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY