Unanswered texts pile up like
the clothes I haven't washed like
the thoughts in which I am lost like
the tears staining my pillows like
the dark clouds seeping in from the windows like
the trauma swelling within me
ready to burst.
Sometimes there is no safe space
when your brain continues to terrorize you
even after your abusers have left.
Sometimes there is only the time
between this flashback and the next.
-Liz
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