memory – Mercedes Moore

What Is Real?

I feel like I am in a dream And the particles that make me Are vibrating Shifting from solid form Into nothing. Am I a ghost? A stranger smiles my way. I must be real. Unless this is all fake. How do you tell if you’re alive When even pain just feels like a distantContinue reading “What Is Real?”

I Wish I Could Forget

I wish I could forget your name, Wash your memory from my brain Drown every moment shared, Comb your existence from my hair. I wish I could just forget you Truth is, I don’t really want to.

Like An Echo

My breath was like an echo Bouncing off the walls The water dripped off my hair Pinging on the aluminum floor I wrapped my arms Against my bare chest With a shiver Droplets rained. I pushed back the memories Burying them deep away. From this moment on I will pretend nothing ever happened today. MyContinue reading “Like An Echo”

Too Good To Be True

There is no way you are real Everything you say and feel Is too good to be true Just who exactly made you? There must be a zipper on your bare back Gears behind your eyelids Where do you hold your battery pack? Or do you have to plug into an outlet? Is there someContinue reading “Too Good To Be True”