The Date. The Process. The Time. The Trauma.

Posted: 2015-05-30 in Thoughts For The Day

You’ll never forget the date, when *it* happened, the great trauma. Perhaps *it* would be better thought of as a process, kind of like the loss of the eight-hour working day – certain dates and times stand out as horrible landmarks but actually saying when its genesis, exodus and Leviticus occurred, well that’s debatable and open to speculation. No matter.

You’ll never forget the time, when *it* happened, it was over a period of excruciating torture, certain dates stand out within. In truth it continues to today. The pain that humans inflict on their own kind. 

If you’ve ever been through a major tumult like that, you tend to thereafter boil everything down to before and after, no matter how trivial, again it stirs the pot and reinforces the point that you are forever changed, hollow and pained. Like, an old bottle of shampoo at the back of the cupboard, you reach in to grasp it and think that this is the first time you’ve touched this item since *that* time, the trauma, and memories flood. Betrayal. People. … Pain and objects.

You see a door handle and you remember *that day*, how you fixed a door, how you got in the car and drove to get some eggs, driving by something quite innocent-looking which actually was heinous and pivotal to the trauma and, ever since, you’ve wished you’d stopped the car and somehow stopped the process, maybe, but you weren’t to know, no sane mind should ever suspect that degree of perfidy, evil, deceit or perversion, from family members and self-righteous “good Christian folk”. If only you’d been a bit more twisted to be able to comprehend…

But instead you are left bleeding and watching the stars, at least comforted that they pre-existed and will outlast the trauma, its inception and conclusion. Not like that coin on the ground, glint catches your eye, you pick it up: shit, 2013!

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