I thought about calling you
but have no idea
who you really are.
Perfect ending. I’m reblogging.

(Hieronymus Bosch, 1450- 1516)
Part of the program
was to trigger and split
those wounded by rape
and abuse.
It is almost impossible to
not be affected by
such twisted symbolism.
The murder one of it is
that you will not want it
until you want it.
You will adjust
to not feel
this much pain.
Your mind does all it can
to protect you,
distorting the unbearable
into some warped version
of acceptable.
Through the downpour
and over every bridge,
the soul cannot be destroyed
and so
you cannot ever lose who
you truly are.
You will
trying to control and enslave you
you will find strength and peace within
the sanctity of growth symbolism
that will help you resist
dissociation
and fade alters.
You will surface.
I felt sick today,
headachy and exhausted,
agitated.
I managed to avoid
the cops’ and the puppets’
ventilation burn and
parable threats.
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