Mourning the past-self after trauma


Photo by Aleks Dahlberg on Unsplash

Mosphere from whence she once was lume —
Origins now
Unshown. Rut.
Rations of dismembered strength —
Nursled while
In groan. Gut.
Never left, her loveliness; it’s
Gypped & gouged in
Slumps. BUT.
That soon-day, she’ll say “thank you”;
And “goodbye” to pain’s
Response. Shut.

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Tonja E. Betts

Scrabble addict, enthusiastic tea drinker, perfume bottle collector, Prince music lover, poesy paronomasia-ist, happy mom.