Warning: This might be a trigger for some people ______________________________________________ Crying Pressed into a corner Whimpering Hands over ears Anger Yelling Flashes back to childhood Hands shaking Rocking back and forth Flinches when someone comes close Can’t breathe Silence Freezes Braces for slap For more yelling Instead A gentle hand Am pulled close Rubs my

Dormant Demons

I won’t talk to you. I can’t talk to you. Cause I’m scared – scared that I’m just repeating my biggest regret by picking you as a friend. You say I’m not a bother, that I’m not burdening you, but I think I am and you’re just being nice. You say you don’t mind me