Ricochet
- Sep 18
- 1 min read
poem, trauma
Ricochet
The funny little corners of the world
Spaces that we lived in
Places that make our toes curl
Sometimes, I step into the ether
When I wake up in the middle of the night
Can’t allow myself to get too
much time in bed
Else the demons sharpen teeth and
I threaten to take another of
their bites
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