image link Scene of the Crime Name: Evidence: daughter of a barmaid and a factory workerabandoned by one and brainwashed by anothersix is old enough to fend for yourself; mothers are for sissiestape recordings leave little room for editing without skillz sister of a bonded brother and caretaker of six chargesteasing punching teasing punching hurling…
Category: PTSD
#FFFC 76 — War Wounds
After the war left, memories of those now gone remained. Not only the dozens she knew and loved who were killed or died, but the dismembered and maggot-chewed corpses lining ditches wherever she walked. In the light of day they receded into the mists under the shadows of trees. But as the sun followed its…
dVerse — quadrille #98 — Trauma’s Onion
Trauma, immortally peeling onion of layered human celluloid misery. Re-runs’ battleground images lose their vividness with each viewing. Marinated liver reeks on my onion skin tempting black eagles’ taloned mandate. Angels with light arrows circle, faces outward, protecting my soul – healing thicker pink. Mish is today’s for dVerse. Mish says: Today…
dVerse — OLN — thankfulness — Remember Forget
remembering warm burned conjuring enjoying triggering grounding imprisoning disorienting liberating allowing forgiving detaching present absent forgetting In the trauma support group I’m attending, we need to dig into memories, then write and talk about them. You can guess some of the emotions that are triggered while doing it. Our teacher/mentor said her…
dVerse — black — invictus part 2
grey skies seep black black silhouettes silhouettes of of rippling dark grey skin, red eyes eyes that see all all color drained drained from your soul when you hurt her her of black skin skin shining warm warm morning sun her smile died then then she knew why why you killed it it gave…
Thursday Inspiration 28 — Demon Hunter (long)
Geonni came home from the war on a stretcher and was minus a limb. Back in those days, prosthetics were of a more primitive nature. Johnny’s was a carved, featureless facsimile made from wood. As polished as the part that met with his skin was, wearing and walking with it left bleeding ulcers that resulted…
OctPoWriMo Day 22 — Broken Toys
Broken Toys From a tender age I was broken Broken but too young to know it It started with making sense of insanity Insanity’s reign in my book was writ Each place I turned the normal paled Paled against the twisted paths Paths alluring they were for me Me led to bumbling, tortured aftermaths…
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