I'm seven years washed ashore
from the briny deep
of bandaid bitters,
cowering, covering wounds laid open
with no numbing libations
to salve my psyche.
I've learned to comport myself
with field dressings
of Effexor and fear come crawling,
keeping at bay
all that burns
like salt water on a nerve
exposed to the ocean breeze.
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