A/N: This is a poem I wrote in the second half of last year, but I recently finished it with a few edits… I'd love to read your opinions on it.

Their names have turned to poison on my tongue;
Forbidden syllables I have forced myself to never utter
In fear nostalgia will pay another visit,
Bringing the talons of being forgotten
To threaten to claw deeper into me.

A swarm of nightmares will descend,
Should those syllables pass my lips.
Some might not sting so,
But all will bring the same bitter pain.