Trauma is electrifying,
it’s an electrocution,
it shocks and jolts your brain,
memories are soldered
into the main frame of your mind
and grief stands guard
at the base of you,
never letting go,
embedded in you
with pit bull teeth,
latched in a kill grip,
jammed into your bones.
It feels like living death,
relentless hatred,
so much endless
writhing punishment,
you think it’ll never end,
you want to die,
let go of the heavy
luxurious warmth of this body,
slide out like spirit vapor,
float up through the top
of your pristine
alabaster skull,
up through the light
spiraling ceiling,
you can breathe there,
away from the beating
torture rape
that’s destroyed the peace
in your perfectly innocent
body the original
paradise of this world.
