The Effects of Trauma on Impressionable Adolescents/Is what it should have read by Keana Aguila Labra

Dec. 17, 2015

Or was it a few days before

Legs over heads in a cramped truck

As we said our goodbyes,

Embraces between strangers

To fill the crevices in our chest

the nights blurred together

Unable to separate point

From blank page.

What was wrong with me,

What allowed skin to wrinkle

Into white lines to match the

Outside of my eyes,

How did the walls cave into me?

There were no days back then.

This is how I immortalize you

Along with the exchange of hours

And hours at Barnes and Noble

Poring over self-help and grief

Against wet eyes as the pages

Cut each finger, forced into grip

And on the days I was brave

I would hold suicide and depression

In left and right,

Hoping that I would always remember.

I remember.

Now I hate that I do.


ABOUT THE POET

Regular Contributor

Keana Aguila Labra (she/her) is the Editor-in-Chief of Marías at Sampaguitas. She is the co-editor of Chopsticks Alley Pinoy, a regular contributor for Royal Rose Magazine, a Poetry Reader for Homology Lit, Magazine Contributor for Ayaskala, and the anime and manga columnist behind Closed Captioning for Headcanon Magazine. Knowing the importance of representation, her work is evidence that Filipino Americans are present in the literary world. She is on Twitter as @keanalabra.

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