It was a thousand breaths I took
To scale a shaken nook
That withered my spirit
Every nerve in me could hear it
No words
Spirituality
Not even the gods could sear it
The brokenness that transmitted through my spine
And grew
Locs wrapped around my veins like vines
It was a mangled twist
That spew curse words between these lips
Patterns
That left bruises in the seams of my hips
No one knew the dangers that formed from this riff
I’m still confused and somewhat amused by
This Trauma