READ MY MIND

4

days pass like the tide,
in and out,
foamy water lapping at the beach.
all my trauma
is resurfacing these days
and i still can't deal with it.
i can't
repress it
but i'm not sure
how to overcome it.
flashbacks plague my mind.
everyone always says,
"it gets better, you just
have to wait out the storm."
but this storm
is too violent and
my house's foundation
is crumbling beneath me.
there's so many holes
in my memory.
things i should remember—
a friend's birthday,
the name of my favorite song—
vanish, as if
never there in the first place.
time drips by like honey
one second
then like an avalanche the next.
i'm holding on
by my pinky toe,
but i don't know why anymore.