Censorship is painful. It feels like clutch at your back and squeeze your sides.
You are frozen and you find you've become mute and motionless.
A memory has just passed through you triggered by some association aural or emotional.
There is a world outside. There is a world inside.
You can now hear with two different ears, the inner and the outer..
Someone may speak to you, but you hear only their sighs.
You forgot the reason you were having the conversation at all.
There are portions of an F.B.I. file that will be glomerated, removed from visibility
with large black brushstrokes.
Just as there are passages of my memory that contain a blanch mark that denotes
that each is a possible eruption, set-back, and return to trauma under similar stimuli.
Censorship burns what it comes into contact with.
You are frozen and you find you've become mute and motionless.
A memory has just passed through you triggered by some association aural or emotional.
There is a world outside. There is a world inside.
You can now hear with two different ears, the inner and the outer..
Someone may speak to you, but you hear only their sighs.
You forgot the reason you were having the conversation at all.
There are portions of an F.B.I. file that will be glomerated, removed from visibility
with large black brushstrokes.
Just as there are passages of my memory that contain a blanch mark that denotes
that each is a possible eruption, set-back, and return to trauma under similar stimuli.
Censorship burns what it comes into contact with.
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