Seeping through the walls,
Slamming open doors,
Her past haunts her.
Her mouth is taped shut,
With a growling gut,
Shadows taunt her.
She knows that she's here,
With nothing to fear,
Her heart ignores her.
Her lungs force air,
Trying not to stare,
She's in control now.
Scuttering away,
The shadows decay,
Back into memory.
Battling psychosis with PTSD is terrifying but not impossible.