VII of Swords Spell
Trauma's Calling: 888!
Do not pick up.
Slake that hate.
Now or never, don't be late.
Secrets screaming on the line,
Just ignore it all and you'll be fine...
That's the thing
with that ring.
The message will still cling
even if you didn't touch that string.
Hush, hush,
Don't you tell.
Zip that lip
or you're going to hell.
But, I'm already there, right?
And here I stay even if I fight.
Night after night.
Entry with no invite.
Secrets stab
a sleepless head.
Needless violence
makes up the bed.
Who's the liar here, me or you?
Am I the false and you're the true?
Gaslights, fright nights.
Flashlights or daylights?
Nightlights or last rites?
Ghosts and goblins,
werewolves and witches
Pull down your britches.
Goddamn, it, you sons-of-bitches.
hang out, hobnobbing;
Hold still, let me thread that bobbin,
Be quiet, and slob on that knob, yin...
they make a better family than you.
This nightmare can't possibly be true.
For their horrors and terrors
are only skin-deep;
they don't seep
through and through.
Quit talking your shit, girl,
or I'll have you killed.
Shut the fuck up
and take this pill.
Go off to dream land;
Count some sheep, Sheep.
Your cuts will heal;
they're not that deep.
What is real?
What do I trust...
my stardust or my disgust?
What they say or what I feel?
Sewn-shut lips shielding unwanted kisses.
Touches and clutches upon my wrists.
I'm fleeing this flock.
If you cover my mouth, I can still talk.
If you break my legs, I'll find a way to walk.
These shushes are crushes to the soul
but I'm no longer in my role.
Goddammit, don't get my goat!
Scapegoat, I'll put my hands around your throat!
Not one word,
not even a syllable,
Not a sound,
not even a decibel...
about all that's amiss shall be heard...
You thought I forgot
How you groomed and bought.
Your dirty laundry is on fire in the yard
I got singed. I got scarred.
You lit the flames with your lies and sin
and years later I walk around without my skin.
Go ahead, rewrite history,
cook the books until they're no longer juicy.
The details don't matter, right, sis?
As long as you all sit pretty, you shine, you all gliss.
But, tell me all about that false bliss...
Spin your secrets and weave that web.
Round and around until you're all dead.
My childhood you didn't steal
because it was not real.
Nobody can conceal
what the body can feel.
Trauma's Calling, but quieter now,
because to truth, I've made a vow.
There's no more sweat upon my brow.
Nobody can conceal
what the body can feel.
SECRECY, DECEPTIVE TACTICS, TRICKS
The Sevens are all about intellectual strategy and in this case there could be a cunning display of deception and/or trickery in order to get what one wants. Sometimes it’s not easy to tell the truth, especially if the consequence could be even worse than the conflict that’s already occurring. Some people view bringing truth to a delicate situation as being disloyal or weak. It all depends on the entire story, doesn’t it? You had to “tell” on someone and you got caught. Now the situation might be even worse for you. It’s not “tattling” if it’s abuse or can harm innocents. In the end, if it’s for safety-sake or whistle-blowing, keep your own ethics in check. Can you get through the night sleeping on your own swords? Or did someone make up your bed with their lies and deceit? Can you stay safe in your situation or do you need to call the police? Sometimes, especially with people you thought you were close to, it’s hard to keep emotions out of it. Think clearly and strategize how to walk away without setting off all of the bombs at once. Tell someone so you can get the help you need but keep smart! You can’t trust everyone! Even family. If you’re the one using ill-conceived methods in selfish ways, how will you sleep at night after what you’ve done? Is there a different way that doesn’t involve such treachery?
Eight’s Insight: When the people who are supposed to tuck you into bed, kiss you gently, and sing you a lullaby are also slipping in swords, setting off ticking time bombs, and gaslighting you into thinking everything is okay, it can be super confusing to see what is actually happening. Trust your own mind. There’s likely danger afoot if your tummy aches. You wouldn’t have spent all day long trying to get others to help you get away from the people hurting you if you were just playing pretend. You know what happened. Even if you don’t want to remember. It’s okay. It all comes out in the end.