Dazed Off

My childhood is in the kitchen cutting wrists to make trauma

same food
same plate
same dinner table

a familiar taste
In a familiar scent

every little thing triggers the kitchen

I wonder why even as though childhood is far past the eating time, it is still in the kitchen
making some kind of meal someone taught her

I am pretty sure that childhood is waaaay past my age, but why am I still in the kitchen?

In the same empty dinner table, staring at the same empty plate with the same empty food

with furrowed eyebrows, i look down and close my eyes
what was it again?
I try to remember what my grandma taught me but

i woke up in another timeline
it has no taste
I look around and there is no color..
no particular scent

A man shouts-
I breath
And he kills me for talking back.

Every little thing triggers the kitchen.