Polaroid

You invade my dreams.

Like a thief in the night.

Calling into question so many things.

My integrity.

        My virtue.

                Who I am.

                        And who I love.

But you’re not real.

You’re a polaroid  from a camera now broken.

How’d it break you ask?

Oh…..

Well after it was damaged beyond repair….

I set fire to the bitch.

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12 thoughts on “Polaroid

  1. Ok, so seriously? I think this is my favorite you’ve ever written. It has a perfect layout, very cleverly placed. And the ending is like an actual blaze, flawlessly finishing off the piece. Bravo love

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