Lashes

Lashed by razor-wire sharpened

Whips of memory

Assailed in unexpected moments

Triggered by a song, phrase, chance expression.

No bruises darken or blue the skin

No welts are raised

No lacerations drip blood

Heart nonetheless is stricken,

Stung, seared, soul loses life’s essence

With tears, both shed and swallowed.

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