PTSD
****Trigger Warning****
It’s like I want to tear my skin off.
I take a breath and hold it.
I can’t let it go.
I rub my palms with my nails.
Pulling at my hair.
My eyes.
My chest
I feel a hand traveling
Wondering up up my thighs
No. no… no.
He’s not there
I let air escape my cursed body
It’s ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok.
Now he’s choking me.
Tremor go through my body
The epicenter at the heart
Tears roll. Rivers flowing
I pinch my arm
I open my eyes
I look down
Then up
I see my reflection;
The aftermath.
This poem is about:
Me