One afternoon the last week in April*<\/p>\n
I sat and watched a flourescent world unfold outside a bus window<\/p>\n
it was the world I lived in, yet it was unfamiliar to the shaken husk of a person<\/p>\n
piloting my body into my apartment under my sheets<\/p>\n
and into another night of anxious torment.<\/p>\n
soon the violent poltergeists of trauma pounded mercilessly into my sensibility,<\/p>\n
a frail and precious creature just learning to walk,<\/p>\n
until it was reduced to Hello’s, Goodbye’s, and How are you’s,<\/p>\n
incapable of telling one from the others.<\/p>\n
This fatal cycle took hold from that afternoon in the last week in April until a morning in the last week of July<\/p>\n
It was then that my sensibility had recovered and I rose a new woman:<\/p>\n
naked like the day I was born yet plenty more scarred<\/p>\n
ready to return to the flourescent world to which I belonged<\/p>\n
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