trauma is a sneaky bastard
that carries a knife behind its back
it will take that blade out subtly
and decapitate you when you're not looking
to replace your head with its own
it will lie to all your friends
telling them you're too busy for them
just so it can keep you to itself
it will hurl stones at your family
so they will keep their distance
while it wines and dines you
to the bottom of a bottomless glass
it will start speaking in your place
cloning its temperament onto your own
you will become its patient for impatience
leaving a bitterness in your mouth
and a shattering chaos in your heart
it will shutter the windows to your soul
so you will only find disturbance outwardly
and not a note of peace from within
it will do all this so it may spread
as the viral illusive beast that it is
so you not only serve as its victim and host
but its most precious servant and tool
biding its time within you until
it seizes the moment to strike again
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