Trauma Bonded
written by: Alice Blackwell
14 & one half years my senior
He & I two different lives
Yet we find ourselves intermingling & cohabitating
Don’t cross the finish line
First,
I tried, accidentally, and since, we’re trauma bonded
During summer haze & front porch hangs, your wife recounted tales of dark witchcraft
People mangled, suffering because she wasn’t the apple of their eye
I am suffering, mangled, but I know you’ll never ask
Before impact I whispered, “Please make it quick & I love you, Steve.”
You heard – “Oh my god” – & my jeep’s frame pulverized by 35,000 pounds of hot steel
I’m glad you missed your exit.
14 & one half years my senior
I’ve simultaneously felt untutored & decrepit
I’m worn & wearing down my path through your guidance
My path has 405 forbidden access.
I am the flotation device & anchor
And you are 14 & one half years my senior
We detrimental to each other
I want to provide solace by finding the stopwatch counting down our existence
14 & one half years my senior
Stop thinking about the future
- Trauma Bonded - February 19, 2026
