An imaginary gun Exploding PTSD ammunition Detonating emotional triggers Bullets fly Aimed at my heart Direct hits Catapulting me into foxholes of deep despair Darkness entombs me As the pit swallows My soul into a six-foot crater An impossible climb for a paralyzed woman Depression [ ]
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