Ghosts in Grey

Where do echoes go when they die?
It is said that memory is just
an imperfect forgery;
why dare to remember anything?
why create the monsters
that haunt you?
Why cut them out of
whole cloth at the brush of an arm, at
the glint of metal and the smell of
sweat?
these memories are infected wounds,
swollen, yellow and purple and
echoing, screaming and oozing
and they will never heal
when you pick at them.

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