Trauma.
- Jan 26
- 1 min read
Updated: 5 days ago
Woven into me
Like rib indentations in my chest
You see them pulsing
and they disappear, into the
chest wall
Without needing releasing
Some days I need every skill I can muster
Some days I want nothing at all
Tara star
Wishes / Not like school - what writing is to me:
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