I thought I was in a long-term relationship with my mind,

but it betrayed me,

straying like a serial philanderer

that frequents the imagination of Stephen King

and prophecies of Nostradamus.

It blames me as

it flirts with fear

then sleeps with myths

I am unable to shift

from my memory.

It will remain

out of control

until I can contain

and restrict its movements

to 1989.

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