Poetry Project 2018: Day 47

Such trauma,
you know better than I.
I have nothing.

Dig deep
you say, combine memories.
Traces of air.

Play with words
you imply, as though it's fun
to rehash horror.

Choose wisely,
you know because you're the expert.
I'm nothing.

Combined traumas
is fascinating; is that right?
Teach me how

to write a poem.

 

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