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The world is not ..

The world feels painful



Sensitive


Growing up with a barbed wire fence

surrounding me, beyond my stretched out fingertips

Covering me, moving with me

and every now and again the cage floats inwards

and the push reminds me I’m under like pressure

Pores opening so that the rain can infiltrate

Sun burns the pooling water

no one flushes out the grazes

Mud sticks

For everyone else, it erases

Then, the spikes go rusty

I tell myself I’m old, I do nothing

They grate

A feeling person in an unfeeling world

The cold silver only touches me every hour

or so

But the threat is always there

Where’s the kind and gentle

Th soft touch to warm me up, that I appreciate

It’s what it’s like being a trauma survivor

Your skin has been ripped off and

you’re walking around naked, exposed

with oozing wounds

Everyone looks at how disgusting they think you are

But no one knows how to soothe

Internalise, personalise

Little electric shocks

Flashes skirting my pores

I reach my hand out

Dog offering paw, in love

The shocks wilt my wildflowers

But you don’t feel them

They’re there, but you don’t

shiver at every zap

I introduce them to my core

I combine and amalgamate all my

stories

You ignore the dog, kick everyone

else to the curb

I whisper ouch

and wonder what it’s all for










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