Dissociation is a bitch / Untitled Poem

[bodyetal]

In honor of dissociation kicking my ass and my efforts at prolonged exposure trauma therapy, here is a poem/maybe future lyrics about dissociation--specifically, the moody sort of dissociation where you can't ground and are only able to feel the frustration/irritation around that.

[Untitled]

RAGE AGAINST THE DISTANCE!
KILL THE GHOST!
BURN THE DIVIDE!

I WANT TO FEEL!
LET IT KILL ME IF IT MEANS I CAN SCREAM!
PUNCH THE INVISIBLE WALL IF IT MEANS MY KNUCKLES BLEED!

I WILL BREAK THIS IF IT BREAKS ME
I DEMAND THAT IT BREAKS ME
I COMMAND IT TO BREAK ME!

MARK MY WORDS,
I WILL FEEL
I WILL FEEL
I WILL FEEL!

Comments

[lb_lee]

Mori: FUCK YEAH! This is powerful shit!

[bodyetal]

thank you so much!! (and thanks for the shoutout on pluralstories, too!) -crow&