When

TW-Images of death and suicide When did you think the pain would set inFor me? Apparently, Not whenYou told me you didn’t know what you wantedAfter you persuaded me to sleep with you.I couldn’t breath Not whenYou let the ice of your doubtGive me frostbiteWhile your mind leisured in a warm summers day.The glowing romanticism

Pinch Me PTSD

I learned never to leave the trodden pathBy walking into a wasp nest.For the 150 wasps that attacked me,Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt that much.Each sting didn’t hurt more than a pinch.But I suppose trauma sometimes doesn’t careAbout how much it hurt in the first place.When you re-live the helpless fear of running through a forestLike

The Circus of the Ever Given

As black as a swarm of wasps,Large enough to crush continents,THE EVER GIVENWas the personification ofApproaching,IndefensibleDoom.Oddly unaffected by the waves,Who were breathless,Sucking at the sides of the canal,Like a broken hooverAnd were unable to lift the boat up and down,The ship sliced through the wavesLike a heated knife through Styrofoam. It had to be rescued