- Vol. 03
- Chapter 06
Childhood PatternsShe bakes in the sun Until layers fall away Like paper skin flaking from an onion. At night She scratches with sharp nails And peels it away in strips She remembers former clouds of dusty white cells.
Memory takes Her to another place. The smell of lavender soap Where laughter is real Carefree, and floats lightly Not viciously loaded With resentment And bare teethed hatred.
He claims nostalgia is for losers Presenting her with a now of Snarling smiles in fighting pits, Rages and domestic spats. They tear strips Off each other like layers of Wallpaper, revealing raw Bloody wounds Of childhood floral patterns.