I spoke to my trauma;
It cried for a mother who once
sheltered him, now caught in dementia
I spoke to my trauma;
It reeked of needles jabbed into
my waist by disorderly orderlies
of a behavioral health unit
I spoke to my trauma;
it spoke of being arrested
while manic, helpless, and
then being knocked out
like a home run trophy
by police
I spoke to my trauma;
It spoke of my first relationship,
crushed to pieces by fate
I spoke to my trauma;
It doused itself in marijuana high school,
where welts to the head and arms
among big sluggers and feeling
completely alone in a world I could not escape
I spoke to my trauma;
It wept tears of grief for the anger
I turned on myself daily, the broken
stare into a mirror which never saw
my smile
I spoke to my trauma;
It spoke of…
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