My real time memories slip into my subconscious,
effortlessly. But the new raw material in my subconscious become predominant –
as I grow up; become a man from a boy. While they say it is ‘sub’ conscious –
it forms a new consciousness in me. Images and sounds, shrieks and wails, blood
and gore – more gore. A memory taken for granted.
(A child encompassed by domestic violence).
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