gotten over
spilled milk.
it terrifies me to this day.
every time i pass
a cow in a pasture
on the side of the road
i'm triggered.
i have to pull over.
i can't go down the dairy
aisle at the grocery store.
i start to sweat.
in my dreams i see
the white puddle of milk.
the broken glass.
the helplessness
of it all, as my mother wipes
the floor,
and tells me wrongly,
don't worry about it.
this too shall pass.
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