Four Years Prior.

poetry

It was a flashback.
Too much noise,
not enough VOLUME
but everything was turned up
all-the-way-and
there you were just
slamming
but it was a flashback
and I don’t know where
the time went. and I’m
not sure if I’m wrong
when I hate it, or
if that’s just the way
flashbacks
are supposed to work.

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