My post is traumatic

evenwheniLie

 

 

 

 

……Did that bullet shot pass my head, or did it killed me, got to get back to my command, they can rebuild me; is that air cover overhead, or can it somehow be a neighbor’s car engine being revved, are these missiles just in my game systems, can all of twenty, twenty four be an escape from the reality of nineteen forty four, surely a shock or two has spontaneously changed my perspectives, my pneumonia and shortness of breath, could be bullet holes in my chest, a mother’s hug could be a priest whispering in my ear, giving me an anointing, a handgun could be merely a finger pointing. Mind over matter can create its own dimensions, I believe I’m with family at a cookout, but they could be Hitler’s henchmen.

 

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 5th, 2024 11:54
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  • sorenbarrett

    Whatever you call it, Shellshock or post traumatic stress disorder it is all the same. Misinterpretations high levels of anxiety and even paranoia. A powerful piece.

    • evenwheniLie

      Thanks; my friend’s father suffered from It, and barricaded himself on the porch once when we were kids, I remember the cops surrounding the house talking him down… it was scary



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