Her sense of self is fractured
Like a femur that's now nothing but
Pieces and shards of disassembled bone
Every imperfection shown by light
Whenever it rests upon her solemn face
The C-PTSD Memoir
By Archgoat
From a tortured mind and soul More
Her sense of self is fractured
Like a femur that's now nothing but
Pieces and shards of disassembled bone
Every imperfection shown by light
Whenever it rests upon her solemn face