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Trigger
Triggered!
It’s a common reaction to something that you don’t like
a sarcastic use of a word that refers, to any stimulus that evokes a memory.
a joke
I used to find funny
I used to be a lot of things
It never accrued to me that the events in my life have changed me
I was the same sitting in a stage makeup seminar and they were demonstrating a new wax that can stick to joints of the body
I was the same when he asked for a volunteer, and put the wax on her wrist having her twist twirl her hand has the wax stayed put even as its cooled.
I was the same when he mentioned that the wax can be used to make broken noses and gashes in the skin
But when he grabbed her wrist and pulled out the knife seizing the opportunity to demonstrate his deluxe fake blood now with chunks I realized
I was not the same person.
My heart pounded
Flooding my ears deafening my surroundings
While everyone applauded
I fought the overwhelming urge to vomit,
or to breathe
I would’ve given anything to do either one of those things
It felt as if he slit my throat
Spikes of pain shot in chest like glass in my lungs
My friend ask me if I’m okay
And the words died on my lips
Triggered
A word that had lost all creditability
How could I say I was Triggered
Triggered
Like a gun firing synapses in my brain
Obliterating my mental state and plunging me
Like a cold bath
back to that night
Shocking my senses
I’m forced to relive again and again
The night she wouldn’t text back
The night she weighed the value of her life and felt she wasn’t worth it
Where she disappeared for a week and when she came back
Eight long scars scored her arms
And it might be stick stones might break our bones
But the word
Triggered
Will always remind me
That scars are forever.
There is a button in my head
Like a snake in the grass
Lying there ready at a moments noticed to seize me
Constricting my every movement until I am shaking mess
Struggling for even a breath of air
And it leaves me constantly afraid
I am not who I once was
I am someone with a trigger
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