As I step into the shower
I take a deep breath…
This moment is definitely a tower.
The water pelts my back
Until I turn it off
And commence the panic attack.
Every. Single. Time.
Flashbacks on the floor.
If I’m not clean it’s a crime.
The trigger can’t be avoided
In this modern world.
Never mind what that boy did.
He’s an officer now.
I’m disabled.
But to society I bow.
And I towel off,
Once the shaking stops.
I gaze at my empty eyes
In a foggy mirror.
Never letting out the cries
That lie deep inside.
I feel that with each shower,
Another piece of me dies.
Sometimes, triggering things
Can’t be avoided
Just because
They’re triggering.
Brigid Faye, Reader 
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