PTSD

Flashbacks of my dreams

come back to me, and it seems

like a fantasy. It brings-

up all kinds of crazy things.

I’m not sure what it all means.

Inside of me something screams!

On the outside I wear different masks, like

everyday is Halloween.

Drift off into space

Seen things I can’t erase.

Been in wrong time, wrong place.

Remember everything but their face.

Hallowed out sockets in place of eyes,

White-dust covered nostrils, clogged up insides.

Soulless monsters laughing at the surprise.

But I didn’t ask for it, and they didn’t stop when I cried.

Short circuit this circus-

I wasn’t being flirtatious!

Your accusations are outrageous

Your toxicity contagious.