HauntingA Poem by Agonizing Clarity
Some of my habits reflect
a darker me. Walking past the department isle In HEB I start acting on impulse and I grab 3 packs of blades 10 in each. I grab a lot so in case they are taken I always have more. Just in case. Or, when I look down at a plate of food A voice in my head starts calculating I don't know how to turn the numbers off. Also, I was trapped in the remnants of a bad memory of my rape and I started crying and I ran past my staff. He grabbed me, to ask what was wrong but I started fighting and screaming even though he wasn't the one. Sometimes I feel like a whole nother person. the ghost of a past me lingering in the background. Haunting.
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Added on May 21, 2018 Last Updated on May 21, 2018 AuthorAgonizing ClarityAustin, TXAboutThank you for stumbling upon my page in this moment in time. I hope you enjoy my writing. I write to vent. To deal when my more negative coping skills aren't presence. You may find some are better .. more..Writing
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