I am wounded in this battle.
I feel the familiar sharp edge of a pain
that hasn't reached its full potential.
I dress it carefully, remain cautious.
I navigate playlists and poetry like a minefield.
Keep my eyes down.
Ignore the message.
Bolt the door so that it can’t get to me.
Knowing that at any moment
My safeguards may fail
and my defenses will be shattered.
That the flood of memories
could rush through me like my blood
Taking over the rational parts of me
Holding me hostage inside of my skin
and breaking what is left of me.