Least Read Poems About PTSD

A friend asked me about being raped.
How i thought it happened, what led up to it.


To which i  replied
was probably naughty in a past life
in a very vulnerable state and needed a lesson in re-establishing boundaries


A small part died that day
As to what emerged from the fire of tragedy
Whos to say?

This is why.
In hours of loathing
Turned over
Exposed and eroding
This is why.
Time standing still
Makeshift alignment
Contemplating parallels.
This is why
Soothing souls
Require heat
Mending the flesh
This is why
Death stands idle
Represented malicious
Peaceful conditions

Token delight
An eye for an eye
Rotary distilled
Cerebral correlation
Opioid use
A rather disgust
Mournful abuse
Confused and tallied
Obituary a turncoat
A tail tucked...