POETRY
Rhythms Of A Scream
Triggered back in time
the near-daily beating of your words
exploding against my mind are numbing:
thump pa dump, thump pa dump
turning never-ceasing screams into rhythms
more tolerable for these delicate ears —
ears that normally just tune your voice out
pa dump pa, pa dump pa, pa dump pa
how I wish you could hear your own words
how they reverberate, triggering trauma
shifting me from adult to wounded child
hidden in a wardrobe: begging, begging
wishing desperately to be wanted and loved
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