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