Care

Nobody cares

&

trauma reassures itself

that all is wrong,

by pouring sensation

into your

bifurcated spine,

so your eyes only

look in,

where no light enters.

&

You think what you feel

is the only thing that’s real.

&

You don't know you are repelling

the hands that shape

the medicine

that you need,

while your red,

blue,

yellow,

green puzzle memories

drain from your ears

&

your bloated fingers munch

on the watered colors

&

as you keep drinking

from your own self-aggrandizing

monologue, you think

this is only your sedative,

but you are wrong,

thinking if you ran out of water

nobody would care