I take my picture and I smile.
I see that smile and it is burned into my brain.
That image of sheer terror.
That time you wanted me to do those things I do not wish to think of.
That smile it takes me on a journey in my mind I can not fathom.
A place that needs to heal but will always be a toxic waste land.
My smile.
Just to see my smile starts a nuclear war that I use all my strength to avoid.
At least you can enjoy it.
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My Dissolution
PoesiaA collection of rants, poems, dreams and thoughts about living with chronic illness and multiple mental disorders.
