My post traumatic self stares off in this space.
In my home,
Nothingness, frozen in time, frozen in fear
Dissociation converting to yesteryear.*
[They damn well tormented me.
They damn well fermented
The g a r d e n my brain is.
Alcoholic thoughts without a drink.]^
My post traumatic self introduces herself to
The shadow, the blackness which lurks within these depths°
The essence, the bridge connecting what's real and what's not.
Interconnectedness of all thoughts.
My identity lies untouched by myself
The dark shadow is not omitted from this,
Inside the hollow hole of a heart held dear by me.
My thoughts he swallowed releasing grief
Interconnected memories from all days.
Surrounded by disaster: my life.
Blackness surrounds my reverie again
as I find destruction chasing my soul
[My disconnected self still states
The rope can't be there
h u n g e r for air
Would cry out of me
I won't abuse my lungs]*