Traumas of the body, they, stayed with us, even until, after we’d, forgotten exactly, what had happened!
Traumas of the body, they’d, hurt, and feel so very arousing at the same time, don’t they? But, how can something that’s AWFUL, feel, so fucking, arousing?
And so, we started, splitting, splitting, like the sex cells in meiosis, instead of mitosis (‘cuz mitosis don’t act fast enough!!!). Traumas of the body, they stay with us, they don’t just, go away, like those, imaginary pals of our, childhood years, oh no, they S-T-A-Y (better than that good doggy!). Traumas of the body, there’s, NO way we can, EVER deal with these, ‘cuz our bodies had already been, beaten, raped, molested sexually, there’s, NO goin’ back to change what’s already, happened, and so, our spirits, get locked inside, of these bodies that are, slowly, dying…
like this???
her “parts”, falling, apart…photo from online
Traumas of the body, it took me, too god damn, FUCKING long, to finally work through it, and as I’d realized what had happened to me, I shook, trembled, couldn’t keep ME together, and I shattered, into, millions of, bits, and pieces, and, all the king’s horses, all the king’s men, couldn’t put ME back together again!
But I had, pieced together my childhood, saw IT, for what IT was, and now, I got better, since 2008 (and yeah, that was, one hell of a year, I’d, D-I-E-D, for the very LAST, and FINAL time back then), and, it’s now, twelve years since!!!
Life, the Obstacle Course 