Dear Dissociation
Slipping through the cracks of this fractured mind.
Photo by Quang Nguyen Vinh
Dear Dissociation
Love is fleeting
I can’t find it
Once here, it’s in the mist
Beyond the vined walls
A schismed mind
Revealing children
Laughing, playing
Crying, freezing
Telling lies
Locking monsters away
Dear Dissociation
Hate is fleeting
A whispered flame
A rapture kiss
Burning so cold
Lightning skies
Illuminating
Erased lines
Chalk people
On sidewalk cracks
Where have they gone?
Once intrinsically mine
Forgotten, forgotten
Slipping through the lines
Of this fractured mind
Dear Dissociation
Who are you?
Did I once have a name?
I seem to have misplaced it
Dear sir, have you seen anything
Out of place
Heard a thing
Even a squeak
Murmurs of discontent
Don’t ask such a thing
Knowledge’s hubris
Smites the lost
Dear Dissociation
I’m growing tired
Weak
I don’t know how to live
Without you
With you
An abyss has nestled
In the fissures
Of the foundation of lies
You’ve made me
I think I’m cracking
Like an egg
Filled with eldritch yokes
Too many heads
On one weary neck
Dear Dissociation
Not real
Too sick
Too lost
Not there
Not here
A Spectre
A sin
Love
A gift
Whispers
Sssssss
Goodbye
Goodnight
Try again
Living with Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID)
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