Flashbacks Poem by Brittany Gorski

Flashbacks



Flashes of her past life
Coming into focus
Cannot deny the past
Pupils dilate
Cold sweat breaks out across her body
Blood shot eyes
Bloody knuckles
Her blood
The knife
A fist in her face
A scream escapes her white lips

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Naseer Ahmed Nasir 09 February 2009

Horrible flashbacks. Such memories better not to be remembered but one can not escape from the past life.

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Greenwolfe 1962 30 January 2009

A gruesome memory. The kind that is hard to put away. Horrible in its manifestation. It must end with time. GW62

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