Housetrained


When one is triggered all the others perk up their heads like Meerkats to see what is going on and if they can join. They like it best if they can overwhelm me. Run me down as they are rushing to me, vying for my attention. Most of them I thought I had already dealt with but here they are, shiny and new as if we never had the talk. Some of them are as old as me, others are third or fourth generation descendants of original wounds. The stories I tell myself never leave, they just become better housetrained.