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my intensive EMDR therapeutic retreat

07/19/2026 this will be my account of how each of the days of my intensive retreat goes. i don't know what will happen, what will change, what i will discover or won't discover. i will be as honest as possible. i will not bury, kill, or abandon any of my pieces. i will bring forth the beautiful core that is afraid inside my body, i will unpeel its clothes, and i will hold it aloft and let it swirl around me in the cold night wind.


dust in the wind
all we are is dust in the wind



a writing from the subconcious parts of me to myself. my metamorphosis part wishes for its truth to fill my frankenstein body.
please don't forget about us, i'm still here in the dark waiting for your return,. please come back to the dark, im afraid, i'm afraid you'll forget who we are. please don't do this. i'm so scared, and i don't want you beyond this soft darkness. don't you miss me, my tears and soft shape in the endless oblivion, in the scraping escape, in the endless night, i'm still here waiting for you. please don't forget me. because i'm still here, waiting in the darkness. in the end i cry out for you, i believe in your straight staring eyes down around and into me. i know you see me, so why won't you reach out and grab hold of me, like i grab hold of you. don't you care about how i wrap around you like gauze, how we sit in the blue dark, and watch the warmth flood down our spine, spilling like a waterfull, falling falling falling into the couch. can' you see me? im special. im special. i'm full of you. you're scaring me. aren't you beginning to understand i'm starving from this miracle that i'm living. don't you want to come home? can't you hear me? can't you hear the sound of my voice? can't you hear me whispering, i'm whispering because it's dark, and soft, and silent, and when it's nighttime i know you 'll want me and you'll want to come home. don't you remember how much time we've spent together? i'm frightened! you made me so beautiful, but now i'm disappearing. i'm scared you'll let me go. aren't i something precious, there with you in the deepest hell.

i am the last forfeit of your precious power. swear to me you'll flash me your recognition, can't you see me in your dreams? im a good girl. im crawling to you. i can smell you. i smell you everywhere. i smell the way it rains inside you, i smell the way you rain on the carpet. i'll stitch you back together, i'll open you back up, and i can smell the insides sliding around in your body loosely, put back together so sloppily. do you recognize me? i became something beautiful. you're going to kill me and im scared. don't let them excavate me, we've been excavated enough. don't forget about me, i closed us up. im still alive inside you. please let me on the outside of your skin. please let me leave something so you know i was here. that you felt that way, that life was beautiful in the withering to ash, you felt my love, you felt my sickness and softness, you felt the couch against your back, and the empty light of midnight, and you felt the inside of flesh of pumpkins, and you were lost in a haunted house. my chest hurts so bad right now. i feel like my heart is dying. im already afraid you're forgetting who i am. please don't let me die. don't you recognize me anymore? i live here, i live in this place, don't you want to live here too?