Dustpan and Brush Required

Glass through fingers through glass through air,

and again

Plastic snap, glass thud, wood unforgiving

Brown beads rolling, burnt air rising

Overwhelmed senses,

Falling rain

Rocking flesh. Whispering wishes.

Exhale

and again.

The Stone Less Chosen

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Don’t wish them through hardship

Don’t think them weak because they have not been through

What you have been through

Don’t you understand the joy it should be

Don’t you understand how great it is

That people still exist so loved and loving

I do not want you to relate to me

I want you to still believe in all things good

In yourself

Don’t you see how their pain can be just as bad

Don’t you judge them just because it is not your pain

Please support them,

Even if their plight seems small

“Of course you don’t feel safe,

Home was never safe for you.”

Everything in the room is cream.

Her words reach across the coffee table

Like placing her hand over mine.

She wants to stress that all my feelings are

Normal

And valid

But your acknowledgement doesn’t help me sleep at night.

I want to hide in the biggest cardboard box you have;

I want to make my home on the shower room floor;

I want four locks on the door

And a blade, so I can hurt myself when anyone enters.

This house was supposed to be stability,

But I think the instability is inside the home inside my head inside my body,

Inside,

Outside,

Safety,

Trauma,

Safety,

Talking,

I will not cry in front of you.