I wrote this poem on October 22, 2021:
I know your number by heart
And I call you collect
Wrecked
And hiding it.
We are her collateral damage.
Fragments of toxic events richochet.
And land in our subconcious.
To attend to later when we are strong enough.
To extract.
And heal.
Calling cards.
Toll free numbers.
Engraving my watch.
Helped keep those fragments from critically wounding me.
Helped keep me alive.
-Amanda
