#89 of 365 – 3 PTSD Haiku

3 PTSD Haiku

 

“back home”

adrenaline surge

searing screams, bombs and M16s, but

his kids love fireworks

 

 

“elevator”

she trembled, sweating

elevator doors closed; he

looked like her rapist

 

 

“office space”

nothing above third

without fail, he takes the stairs

since the towers fell

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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4 Responses to #89 of 365 – 3 PTSD Haiku

  1. pi314chron says:

    A gripping portrayal of the continuing effects of trauma on the human condition. Very impressive trio that demonstrate synergy in an unusually effective way. Excellent by any standards!

    Ron

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