My Summer Nights

|# 33| It matters |# 33|

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖: Write a tri-dodeca poem.

In the end
it matters
what you did,
what you said.

It matters:
in their head
it echoes
night and day.

Bruises can
go away,
but triggers
always stay.