Mnemophobia

There were nights

when thunder bellowed through the windows

and raindrops fell like silver coated darts

she sat in bed, covers drawn

lost in thought.

There were nights

when the shadows stirred

nostalgia seeped through the ceilings

and cascade 

down the bedroom walls.

Her nightmares haunted

ghosts from her grotesque past

faces she vowed

to never see again.

She would wake up 

her screams echoing the room

darkness fills her lungs

limbs, too painful to move.

Outside, street lights would not stop flickering

the stars 

were nowhere to be seen.

And the night sky 

a phantom black looming over her scars

would soon devour her heart.