Bones Remember
Your body remembers; teach it safety gently.

My body remembers before my mind does
the way my shoulders climb
When a door shuts too hard,
The way my stomach goes quiet
like it’s hiding.
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I’ll be making pasta, just normal,
steam fogging the window,
and suddenly I’m back there,
counting footsteps in the hall
Like numbers could save me.
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People say “relax”
as if I’m choosing the flinch,
as if fear is a hobby
I picked up for fun.
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My bones keep receipts.
They file everything
in the joints, the jaw,
The tight fist I don’t notice
until my nails leave moons.
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Some nights I sleep crooked,
guarding my ribs,
and wake up sore
from fighting in dreams
I can’t fully name.
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But I’m learning safety has a texture
soft blankets,
a lamp left on low,
music that doesn’t spike my heart,
a locked door that stays locked.
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I press my palm to my chest
and breathe like I mean it,
like I’m speaking to an animal
That’s been cornered too long.
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Easy, I tell myself.
We’re here.
We’re not there.
And my body… hesitates,
then listens, just a little.
About the Creator
Milan Milic
Hi, I’m Milan. I write about love, fear, money, and everything in between — wherever inspiration goes. My brain doesn’t stick to one genre.


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