ORIGINS OF TRAUMA I
- Dark Poets Club
- Oct 28
- 1 min read
By Jaggii Jaggii
The repulsive stench lingers on her skin.
Relentless scrubbing doesn't eradicate it.
Grunting foul words to the gods fails to purge it
or the remembrance of the copious blood,
the one eyeball, and the shredded bodies of the children
in the mangled automobile
that could not save them.