I fear you.
Standing by the door
Your trauma burns me,
Your eyes remain the eyes they were before.
Nothing else does.
Like a snake's scales your body covered in burns.
Reptilian, fingerless, earless.
A tear tracks down your pink face
A reminder of the vulnerable humanity beneath.
In a moment of psychosis:
petrol, flames, scars.
Regret, guilt, pain.

Alfred Hospital 21st october 2009

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