Exposed to new asphyxiation,
a wound carved deep,
with the sutures ripped out.
What first was a stitched scar,
sewn and sealed,
is now torn open,
as fresh blood escapes,
and bleeds like before.
A cold grasp came
to heist me from my peace,
and bashed the fragile silence
which I had just rebuilt.
Blinded to every other sound
deafened by the past,
the gate of screams re-opened,
and they resound in my head.
My ears hear nothing else.
It's a startling surprise,
that stabbed me from behind.
Now haunts me when I’m sleeping,
and breaks me when it’s light.
Piercing and burning,
reminding me all day;
it’s there again,
it’s bleeding-
the memory revived.
Though my blood has all run cold,
I wish it would be frozen.
Anything to stop it flow,
and spilling pain all over.
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