Bombs away

When the PTSD is bad everything gets bigger. I see things that arent there. In the corner of my eye. In the echos of halls. Scurrying beneath my feet.

Escalated by fireworks and firecrackers. My body is a hostage to the stimuli outside. I think Im going to have to hide in my closet tonight.

Probably this whole weekend…

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