It began innocuously enough:

A fissure in the surface of her consciousness

Something slowly began its escape

From the depths of long-since sealed off passages

And traveled the complex distances within her soul

Until one day it broke free at last

The bloody, naked truth shot forth

Filled her awareness with itself

A seismic riff that turned her world on its axis

A silent scream shook every cell of her psyche

And with that, she came to know her Real self

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word Prompt: silent