Inseparable Trauma

I live in a house

Where the faucets never turn off

Continually expelling

Venom of purified addictions

And dispelling

Through the permeable walls of Relapse

So that we never drown

As I drag

My extroverted silence

Across these buoyant floors

Shattered glasses

Puncture my indifference

And awaken my vengeance

While the blood

Unveils an infamous misdemeanor

Committed by

A compensational narcissist

And the horrified screams

Emitted from the voice

Of my inebriated mother

To secure my providence

I conceal such indictments

In the graveyard

Where the immobile swing set

Denounces my sacred films

Of peaceful bunny rabbits

And melodious crayons

Without cognizance

I stood remotely

In the mirror

Reflecting the Innocent Past

Of my Present Self