A/N: Posted this up once in fictionpress. I know Freud is after Erik's time. I suppose
this is what he might feel about his relationship with his mother when he's
thinking lucidly whilst high on some illegal substance. (Makes sense to you?
Hah… it's not supposed to.)
Oh, btw, flames will be used to light my scented candles…
Enjoy!
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Oubliette
deep deep down freud's oubliette,
where sightless shadowed thoughts
flopped
crawled
slithered
yammered
yowled
without language,
is where I am
p
u
s
h
e
d
into
Rationale-bound,
logic-chained,
d
r
o
p
p
e
d
into this timeless
place of forgetting
and locked away with things
unformed
unspoken
unacknowledged
things
not meant to walk in the sun.
Can I
blame you for
protecting your
S
E
L
F?
