Downward facing spiral
Bubbles of gasping breaths
Beats of thrown off rhythms
Threadbare and war torn hearts
Harrowing drumrolls like thunder
Warnings of past storms
Similar patterns
Bleeding doors
And
Worn out screams
Wallpapered walls freshly scared
With sunflower blooms
Of fists slammed there
Bruised finger tips
And ripped nails from their beds
If only shredding memories
Was as easy as it seemed
But we all suffer ghosts
Who internally scream