Photographs

He kept them in pictures

Each memory capsuled in a frozen time made of ink and glossy paper

Guarded by a plastic shield ; a protection stronger than his own skin

And his heart held holes in proof 

Like acne, wounds spread around his insides 

Sores and scabs inflicted with no remorse or intent to heal

And he remained skewed,

only finding comfort in the fleeting moments imprisoned between the pages of then and no longer

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