On PTSD

Thanatos rises up from her belly, swirling around her chest and tangling up in her teeth. Feral hunger envelops her features as the wilderness of destruction renders her eyes useless. In her blind state, in my blind state. The instinct to maim, to undo, to be undone flushes out what’s left of her, of me.

[Written November 17th, 2016]

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