Crashing smashing
Claws slashing
Teeth gnashing
Thrashing my heart,
The depth of my soul
Into the wall.
Crashing smashing
Claws slashing
Teeth gnashing
Thrashing my heart,
The depth of my soul
Into the wall.
Trigger warning: This poem contains trauma content. I’m learning to not be afraid anymore.
Your fingers squeeze my organs
Like a baby’s loving grasp,
Reactive, Instinctive,
Holding with gentle trust.
Who is this ambiguous figure
That contorts and lingers into
Green, eyes pried to the side
For intended hurt pride;
Our feet were dirty with sand
as we danced
hand in hand; we laughed
like two kittens
bitten by euphoria,
an original story
of crush-smitten children.
What is it to yearn?
I’ve learned that a touch, a caress
Can be the most painful of sensations.
Dissociation is a Psychology term for a group of symptoms, usually caused by trauma, that include depersonalization, amnesia, feelings of numbness and disengagement.
Unfamiliar are the whispers that drone the air.
My hair gently brushes cheek to tickle lashes,
My fickle happiness no longer a slashing wind-
Tunnel funneling smiles into putrid bile.
No, I just might stay here a while….
I may be defective, but I will try and try again, forever.
Ripples A single Seed Of water plucks Harp strings; Liquid flutters Like blooming kisses Of bubble music. Feet feel Slippery rocks Beneath; Smoothed by souls Before me, But not so many To grate them to sand. Pressure Like the lumps In my throat; Every stone a Gag in my step Until I reach Sand submerged…Read more »