Cutting through the skin like a knife
Bubbles pouring out of my nose
As I sink lower and lower
I keep reaching for the light and almost make it
But black tentacles snake their way upwards
About the past
Slowly and sensually gripping me
Trapping me in my memories
They’re too strong
And I’m pulled back down
I’m told the only way out is to face them, but…
The trauma slices through me each time
Leaving me too weak to fight.
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