July 21, 2008

PTSD Primed

Written on 3-21-2005,

Powers to be, shall they set us free?

Locking onto me so devastatingly and with such glee.

Hastily fright, set in to my night,

till I'm abound with my plight.

Body ills and chills, regurgitating

bile so vile.

Innocence splayed viscerally,

ducking, dodging, probing and prodding.

Lucky me, so I am told I should be.

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