“My Mind’s Games”
By Ashley O’Hare
My mind must
truly try to torture
every existing
cell centered
within
myself.
Why else
would your face flash before my eyes
when I am feeling down?
Surely I did not
need to remember that
the last time I saw you,
everything fell apart.
Maybe it wasn’t your fault-
maybe that was too far.
But you
are forever connected
to the great blast
that destroyed my future-
soiling everything I had predicted.
I can run from the memories,
but I will never burn every picture.
ashleyohare 