Flare up

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The pain was a distant memory,
Diluted in murky water and hazy smoke.
I could barely recall the hurting, moaning, screaming,
That conquered my existence.
Distant dreams, swirling and bleeding,
Came back to my reality
Where terror scratched and clawed and churned
Inside me. I could not escape.
And the distant dream was not in the past anymore,
The pain had returned.