The Base of All That Is Beautiful
Bottom Betch Issue#2: On Trauma Bonding
Dear Cendre,
Bodied are the vanishing landscapes
of personal ill. The silence churns
with texture and shape. It felt good.
I wanted him to yell at me or hit me
and not do it any more. As if by negating
the moment I could propel us back.
Into the legible world—a lotus flower
burning in a glass beaker must have
been set on fire by someone.
