When Trauma left my mind
she entered my crimeless body.
Took the back door,
a robber so subtle yet haughty.
And as a gracious host,
I didn’t kick her out.
Hell I gave her clean sheets,
let her freely walk about.
When I wanted room for Love,
I asked if she could leave.
That’s when Trauma chuckled
and showed her long-term lease.
“There must be a mistake!
You were only meant to travel through!”
“Oh darling don’t you know,
Auntie Trauma’s never leaving you.”
At first I felt resigned,
but then a little proud.
After all, thick-skinned girls
are wooed yet never wowed.
But then I thought of Love
and all the other guests
who couldn’t spend a day.
Something clenched inside my chest,
did it have to be this way?
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