coiled deep
within her cells
lie dormant serpents
seething sensory snippets
of the past
in inopportune moments
unseen approach
innocuous but unexpected
ring of a phone
the snake strikes
bursting from her chest
in darting heart
and thrashing breath
she laughs off
her shocking jump
reassuring startled colleagues
she is tightly tethered
to sanity and reality
(art: Johann Ulrich Krauss)
Arisen from the Conflagraton 
Would you like some of these mixed nuts?
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Right! I’m chock full o nuts
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You seem okay to me
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Yes well I am well schooled in keeping it under wraps 😉.
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It’s a small thing. You probably have it in a tiny gift bag. 😉
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Aren’t you cute? Maybe a medium sized gift bag
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I don’t know if I’m cute. And maybe a Crown Royal bag.
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Velvet works. I’m sensing a theme
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What, you mean, booze? It’s just a coincidence that Crown comes in a tiny bag.
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If there are coincidences….. I would take a drink if that were possible
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It is possible!
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No bartender in the ER. 🤔
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Oh… Right
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Beautiful poem! And beautiful comments too, haha!
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Thanks. Some of the comments are silly but that is a good thing. 😉
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It’s sad, how the narrator was experiencing such a traumatizing experience in life and yet, still needed to, fake that s/he is well, for the rest of the world…
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I think that is fairly common
At least feeling the need to do that faking in some settings
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Oh I dig this! Bravo
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Thank you! I appreciate that
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