ptsd

her mind sneaks back and now she’s stuck

in another time, before.

more often now, the walls she built

aren’t working anymore.

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the day it came for her sister,

it took her breath away.

a fluffy white cloud with a canopy.

dark purple flowers in splendid array.

*

(she truly had never seen anything more beautiful)

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she remembers the familiar acceptance;

eventually hers, hand-me-down.

ended up in the land of cast-off toys,

hung out with that scary fucking clown.

*

she comes up for air and she stays here (thank god),

safe for a minute at least;

please, just no purple flowers for her,

for within them is hiding a beast.

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