PTSD

by Mrs. Adams   May 8, 2023


Chests gets tighter.
And I can hardly breath
The room begins spinning.
The smell of smoke
Every time I tried to breath in
Makes me sick to my stomach.
Trying to calm myself down.
But then the fear of being stuck
In a fire with noway out
Takes control.
Even though there is no fire anywhere.
Flashbacks from that night
Begin to replay in my head.
All it took was one thing.
One trigger

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