Trauma's Calling: 888! Do not pick up. Slake that hate. 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're making 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 sins 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 it I no longer disavow. it’s no longer sweat upon my brow.
