Tag: trauma
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Mouse
She is a mouseHiding from the volley of truthThe folly of youthHas her reading the back of the shampooWhile they shoutBuilding a tower of cotton budsWhile they screamStaring through the green viscosity of the handwashIgnoring the atrocity of another smashed plateAnother crash of hateShe is a mouse in her holeHer sanctumHer tile-lined cellWith the chips…
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15 Years Later
If you asked me 15 years ago If I thought that time could heal that wound I would have looked at you – A rawness in my eyes, My light nearly all consumed – And I would have told you with intense certainty that it would never fade away A hurt that great is itself…
Serena Malcolm 