Category: The Accident – As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named “Clyde” (Short For Collide) Because It’s Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Is disengaging the same
As freezing dissociation?

My mind does not want to
Be going in this direction

“I will let out a mighty scream of pain when my right hip joint at last repositions itself correctly.

But though it keeps indicating through a crazy spasming pain, this will likely not happen yet, today.”

“It’s a consistency now after mopping floors that the next day or so my muscle attachments spasm and twist, attempting to dislodge shoulder and hip joints from their hitches.”

“It’s better to cry over love, than over injuries.”

The pain backed off…

Don’t think about it
Identify the objects

Put on clothes
Tie up the hair

Turn on plants’ light
Grab stuff and leave

Without diverting
To tend animals

Without pausing
For conversation

Hold body in tight
Ignoring the pain

Screaming as you
Grab basic pain pills

And shamble quickly to
Rehab’s transportation

Squinting and flinching
As light sears into brain

“That once I had gotten my children fledged and successfully launched into their new lives that I would have something left to offer – instrad of these fried circuits.”

“Hip trying to twist out of socket.”

“Well, at least I know now that the reason I never felt whole and recovered since the car accident was because I wasn’t.”

“Man, I really want that drug…but I’m ‘not gonna take it.'”

She cried in fear and terror, grieving and lamenting, aware of how close she’d come to death as she praised her body for collaborating.

“As seems typical in my life now, emergency survival mode has consumed all and more of what time I could manage to focus.

My retraining starts soon, and I’ll be lucky if I can study up on it the night before.”

It wasn’t that she didn’t know or remember where she was going and what she had to do.

It was when she would come to a turn or a door in the corridors that her mind would get caught in a jag of review.

“But I can’t move in any of these ways, anymore.”

Oh that we could have met
When I had more to offer…

How could she let him help her
Why would he even want to?

Her heart had been betrayed
And her body was fractured

“This is mine…

But my spirit rocks unconsoled, knowing tbat even still, things could get worse.

Traction seems a thing of fantasy now, and daydreams.”

“Lovely forms are reclaimed of broken pottery, made whole again by golden filagree.

Heal me with your love, so that I may be reborn.”

“Where am I?”she screamed while he tried to grab onto and hold her as she fought him off in desperation to reclaim herself, not knowing what was needed.

“Can you see me through all of this rage and pain? Would you love me still if I can never be myself, again?”

“Freedom is priceless.”

The pain was worse than ever before – and she realized that the medication she refused to continue taking had sunk its hooks into her after only two separate day’s doses.