CW: traumatic injury, recovery

There is a spot in my body that remembers

the breaking, that is scared

of the healing

that is sure

it could happen again

Worse

at any moment

any time at all

and it’s true

Yes

there is the possibility

We could fall tomorrow. Die.

Although I know, that

sounds easier than another day of

the shakes

with no visible threat

the tears

when everything is perfectly great

the emptiness

when everything is probably still possible

sometimes it feels like you are

on those stairs, broken bones and

missing a shoe; paralyzing

pain in your legs; cries for help swallowed by fire

doors and the roar of the freeway. no

but remember?

you rescued you

you dragged yourself

down stairs,

across the room,

out the door,

you buzzed your apartment

where your partner was already halfway out the door.

balancing yourself against a wall,

body screaming with fire and wrong

you comforted the dog

no matter how long ago it happened,

now it is time

to comfort

you