when we whisper in the naming of agony we birth cockroaches that scuttle through the walls dropping diseased vestiges on our plates while we sleep when we hide our wounds under brightly painted smiling rugs we are sweeping vermin into our abodes incubating infestations that crawl among our naked limbs when we camouflage […]
Passive Measures of Coping with Trauams of the Past…
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