Venom

I am covered in scars, though if you were to pass me in the street, you wouldn’t know.

Were I naked you still wouldn’t.

They are scars today, though once they weren’t.

For years they bled, never truly healing. For years my thoughts would keep them open, my attention always digging at them endlessly.

My present...... living in the past. Controlling my future as if it is my past.

Thoughts giving rise to emotions. Emotions, giving over to a physical reaction. Hard wiring into my brain the damage that this specter has caused.

Triggering synapses, wrecking havoc with my health. A daily assault by a ghost long dead, living on in my head.

As the Joker gave rise to the Batman so too did the venom injected into my life give rise to who and what I’ve become.

Though you wouldn’t know, passing me in the street.