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