you are supposed to be gentle, they said,
you will be able to forgive, they said,
so i put away all memories in the locker.
something inside me is sharpening its claws
every day, and it keeps me alert, awake,
to any sound or smell of death.
no more surprises in the middle of the night.
this time it will be his turn.
#NaPoWriMo
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