11/3/2023

I pulled at the thread and suddenly find myself vomiting up memories

Quickly they come out of me

Brief, tangential

The scariness of the memories is not lost on me

They're clear memories that have lingered in corners

They're background noise

Constant but at times, like now, they're loud

I notice the challenge connecting my thoughts with my voice

The wire isn't severed but it's clearly damaged

I'm cold, I think?

The goosebumps roam my body

It itches as the cycle ends and begins again

I'm delaying

Saying it was hard

But you can't prove I said it

There's no record

Publishing it is harder

I can't take it back once I can see what I said

See what I thought, what I lived

It's a memory

A story in a timeline

Am I giving it more power?