The blood boils
(you have to feel to heal, via a peer, this little nugget)
The blood boils
The delusion and illusions that it was love
Lay about my ankles, and old skin made of of chains and thorns that were a constant source of affliction
I see, it was not what the charmer deceived me into believing
My body working two journeys and more at once
Fury
Anger
Feeling states with no words
In reaction to relationship states with no words
A mind fuck
Insidious
Living with the enemy
Completely and totally unaware that his intention was to destroy me
It was a long, slow, machiavellian game, and as much as I would fight back, the slow and steady drip drip drip, and the lies..
In short
Soul attack
Brain damage
Wounds that may never heal
But
In this moment
I dare to hope