Escapril Day 25: Pareidolia

TW: PTSD, Flashbacks

NOTE: Prompts by @letsescapril on Instagram.

He wore his hair in that cut
He used to scowl when he got in a rut
A flailed hand for balance
Or for malice
I'm tryna be protected
He's tryna be respected
How could you expect me
To not see red flags
Everywhere I go
Don't you know
When a door slams my world fades away
When somebody yells my consciousness sways
They're unrelated, that's what they say
I guess it's pareidolia
But what can you do
When every brush every skim
Just reminds me of him
Red flags
Bad patterns
Everywhere I can see
Let it go
​How can you expect that of me?