It came in the form of a guttural scream.
Visceral.
Violent.
Primal.
There I was,
a heap of bones and meat and stories,
unraveling at the seams.
Skin turned porcelain.
Tears painting themselves down my face.
Flash.
Flash.
Repeat.
The story of my life.
The parts my brain had kept hidden from me.
Safe.
Tucked into corners.
The truth spilling over the edges in waves my bo…
