Your Past is Calling

trauma is a time traveler

By R.C. TaylorPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

Through your screaming at me to "Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!"

while I try feebly to stand up for myself, to say how you treat me isn't love

I can hear my father screaming at my mother, "Shut the fuck up! Just-"

while he beat me on those green, wooden kitchen chairs out of bloodlust.

I fear the red string of fate making this a sick game of time telephone cup.

I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.

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