Sometimes I’m still there.
A smell, a taste, a song.
Catapulted at the speed of light.
Flick of a switch.
A blink of an eye
A tactile cine film begins.
It’s running inside my head in high definition
I’m suspended in time.
Back in time.
A prism of light of dark of terror.
A different dimension a parallel world.
It will always be there never very far away.
Operating on a different frequency
Like an old valve radio slightly out of tune.
Then that something, anything turns the knob,
Adjusts that channel pulls the two dimensions together
Past and present become one
Jolting me back into the nightmare
Silently I’m screaming but I know that no one can hear me.