Body Memories

Wait, was that a gun?

You honestly couldn't tell,
the shut of a door sounds like
a gun to you these days.

You smell smoke,
you hear voices.
You hold back tears,
you stop breathing.

They will find you, won't they?
I know. It's hard to shrug
the fear away sometimes.

You look around and
there's nothing
out there.
It's all
in here,
where the war is deadlier,
colder, lonelier.

You gulp down your meds,
brush your hair,
pet your dog,
and go out
to face a day full of things
that sound like guns.