our traumas dance
in odd ways
clanging together
like pots and pans
but giggling
like little kids
one minute
the house is burning
the next
we're cuddled on the couch
when everything finally burns
our traumas will be
dancing in the ashes
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✔️Fragments | Original Poetry | COMPLETE
Poetrywhen it comes down to it, my heart has been shattered for a long time now. i'm just hoping if i write it all down i can make the fragments tangible and they can be pieced back together
