It’s like a heap of debris, which I had previously placed with difficulty and effort somehow above me,
from my field of vision,
just collapse over me.
The memories crush me, bury me, stab me with the incredible sharpness of the images in front of my eyes.
They flare up, deeply buried feelings. Long lost feelings.
They wriggle out of their damnation and find their way, their way back.
They tie my throat and I wonder what the lesser evil is.
Being stabbed by your own thoughts or suffocated by your own feelings?