they say
trauma lives in
the body
they don’t talk
about how deeply
trauma can burrow
how like ants it
can create an entire
complex village just
inside the tiny
places where your
bones meet
they do not talk
about the bees that
get trapped in
the covering of
your muscles
trapped and then
they sting
for days
for weeks
forever
they do not have
to say what we know
living in a house of
past
horrors
and yet we still
find the power
to feed trauma
honey
to cover trauma in
ribbons and bows
to call the broken
windows
the creaking floorboards
the thorns creeping
inside our sighing walls
yes we still call
our whole and
broken bodies
home
Alysia Angel 