New Leaves This Color

They say when you experience
Emotional trauma
It doesn't leave your tissues.

It stays behind
Like demons do

To haunt the house.

I am fragmented bones
Splintered with woes.
My organs are
Wrung;
They hang their heads
With contempt.

There is pain in my sight,
My skin
And my breath.

Jesus, quake the ground.


Sculpt miracles
Of me.