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Glass cup, delicate in form

Filled with steaming, boiling emotions. 

A trickle of sound, 

A single word, 

A visual cue,

Ice water dumped onto the whole.

Cracks create mental connections,

Thick black lines stretching their immediacy

From trigger to memory,

Blackest engulfing first,

The cresting tidal wave that petrifies the soul,

Stuns the mind into the past

And control over limbs and thought shatters.

Eyes glazed, no longer seeing true reality

As the inner world collapses.

Veterans of war have it. 

Abuse victims have it. 

Trauma victims of every kind develop it.

Stress borne too long is not easily borne again.

A cup already too full has a higher breaking point than others.

Some memories refuse to be repressed.