This is what was going on after the accident and working through therapy. Everyday I would feel and hear what happened, metal on bone, and the heat of all of my cells trying to work themselves back to together.
The Pull...Tissues moving tensing, tugging, twisting, conflicting with memory.
The Visual…The sight and sound of the demon itself.
The Containment…It wont go away. Acknowledge, reassure, Just put it on hold in a red box. No lock, just a clasp. Ok, I promise.
The Peace…It agrees and lets go to the space Ive given it. Giving my mind and soul room for peace. Peace for the moment.