Mosaic

I killed her again
Sacrificed her to the mystery.
She ate the sun-
burned to ash on the pyre.
Next morning, she rose with me
like some godforsaken phoenix.

I killed her again.
Drowned her in wine and memories.
She did not float
she was a witch of course.
She sneaked back through the cracks
in my pounding skull.

I killed her again.
Silver blade like a paintbrush.
Made a mosaic of her,
but she is a fractal-
a worm. Smiling jaggedly in pieces
like a shattered dream.

I will kill her
every day, in every way
until my own bones are dust.
I will kill her every day, in every life
for every time she dies-
I rise, and rise.

I am a survivor of child abuse and set up my blog to help others on the same journey to healing. It is a mix of my own creative writing and articles about PTSD and the journey back to the self. I want to reflect people’s own light back to them so that they can see their true beauty in my words.

My blog can be found at www.artoftrauma.com – feel free to have a look around, any feedback is welcome.

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