Daily Archives: September 13, 2016

Trigger

 

this time
we needed a
radical change;
I had to stand fast
no matter what he did;
I had made the connection;
my presence was a drug trigger
and each time he walked in
the trigger was activated,
it had to be broken
at whatever the
cost to him
or me
.
this time
he limped away
with nothing but anger,
a fractured toe, from kicking my door,
and a green woollen blanket;
to warm him on the
cold street
.
bits of
both of us
lay in fragments
as separately, we tended
or ignored our various wounds.
my victory cost me dear
but I feel hopeful
that something
has finally
shifted

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trigger-collage

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Written for The Daily Post #Radical

©Jane Paterson Basil

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