My Short Story Book

The Past

  The past could swallow you hole.
You could be going on with another day
Then
The past crawls out of a dark void
It consumes you
It consumes your heart
Until nothing is left except for the remedy
That you once existed
These feelings
These thoughts
These words
All have some effect
On things that hurt
Like a rusted knife
Digging into you
The Past
Is what consumes the greatest man
And turns him into a measly child