This Trauma

This trauma
It sits in my bones.
Makes me brittle.
Makes me break
At the sound
Of your voice.

Pieces. 
Shattered. 
On the ground. 
In the cracks 
Between tiles 
Never found.

This trauma
It runs through my veins.
Makes me boil.
Makes me burn
At the touch 
Of your hand.

Everything.
In flames.
Turned to dust.
What I grew
Is destroyed
Through mistrust.