when my brain goes haywire I think I must have developed late-onset sensory integration disorder the sun burns my eyes the birds chirp their Spring songs much too loudly for me other's coffee which I usually covet overwhelms me with its roasted aroma I admire the way that liberated warm weather dresses swing down Locust … Continue reading Sensory Integration – Christine E. Ray
PTSD
Eulogy for the Fairy Princess
your words of sacred poetry take me back to the time before I was broken before I was rendered collateral damage to the war fought over this body you wrap me in a cloak of subtly woven language sing a eulogy to my innocence lost evoke memories of my heart whole soul pure hope trust intact this … Continue reading Eulogy for the Fairy Princess
Black and Blue
sprawled on the floor staring sightlessly at the ceiling uncomfortable on unrelenting surface too inert to move doesn’t matter where my body lies trapped in my head haunting myself my own ghost of remorse © 2017 Revised 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Wonderland
barely breathing heartbeat slowed blood moving sluggishly through ambivalent veins my only detectable signs of life mirage on the horizon hallucination that I am looking at you looking at me your expression inscrutable mirror on the wall cannot be trusted no truth to be found in my own reflection perhaps I am meant instead to … Continue reading Wonderland
Safekeeping
darkness has descended again the fall has been a white-gripped drop on a roller coaster my unraveling my disintegration rapid terrifying there is little comfort other than that found wrapped in strong arms bare skin to bare skin relaxed breath synchronized kinetic thoughts stilled to manageable speed rest of the world held at bay for … Continue reading Safekeeping
Origami
I cannot be broken twice but life is doing its damn best to bend me fold me into painful sharp origami shapes crane butterfly swan turtle frog dragon over and over deep creases form in my skin my muscles twist bones scream heart aches from compression soul cries mercy as I contort become unrecognizable fall … Continue reading Origami