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Uterine Undoing Uterine Undoing by Tristan Robert Lange is a raw meditation on trauma and the desire to unmake existence itself. Through stark imagery and restrained language, the poem explores exhaustion, reversal, and the wish to disappear without concealment—naming the cost of surviving what reshaped the self before consent.

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“I want birth reversed.
My own uterine demise.”

Uterine Undoing confronts trauma and dissociation without comfort or apology. It names the wound.

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#Poetry #TraumaPoetry #Tittu #MentalHealth #Depression #Anxiety #TristanRobertLange #TittuPoetry

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I Remember Jaci

In my elementary days
My morning alarm
Was an angry woman

Threatened by my existence
Resentful to be "raising"
The offspring of a woman
With whom my father cared
To share his last name

With the switch of the light
Came the impact of her voice
Armed with all the hate
Born of her own trauma

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I Remember Jaci In my elementary days My morning alarm Was an angry woman Threatened by my existence Resentful to be "raising" The offspring of a woman With whom my father cared To share his last name With the switch of the light Came the impact of her voice Armed with all the hate Born of her own trauma 1/3

Naked, save for the open bathrobe
Hanging on her shoulders
Her bare breasts
In my face, like an insult -
Like a threat

Though she was twenty-something,
They drooped pitifully,
As sorrowful and exhausted as I

I absorbed every blow
Of each insult she spat
At my clumsy attempts
At working my buttons and snaps

Every stinging slap
As she took over the job
Squeezing the air from my stomach
Forcing closed
My too-small pants

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Naked, save for the open bathrobe Hanging on her shoulders Her bare breasts In my face, like an insult - Like a threat Though she was twenty-something, They drooped pitifully, As sorrowful and exhausted as I I absorbed every blow Of each insult she spat At my clumsy attempts At working my buttons and snaps Every stinging slap As she took over the job Squeezing the air from my stomach Forcing closed My too-small pants 2/3

There's no mystery to
The origin of the panic
With which I sometimes wake
In midlife

My mind instantly snapping on
Hypervigilantly prepared
For the storm

The recovery takes time
To slow my terrified heart,
Slamming against my chest

Untie the tense knot
In my torso's middle

The psychological wounds
Still bringing me physical pain

Though logically, I know
She isn't here
Somewhere deep within me
She always will be

J. C. 11.19.25

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There's no mystery to The origin of the panic With which I sometimes wake In midlife My mind instantly snapping on Hypervigilantly prepared For the storm The recovery takes time To slow my terrified heart, Slamming against my chest Untie the tense knot In my torso's middle The psychological wounds Still bringing me physical pain Though logically, I know She isn't here Somewhere deep within me She always will be J. C. 11.19.25 3/3

I Remember Jaci

#poetry #cptsd #poetry #traumapoetry

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Poem on red background with white text reads as follows: 

The toddler in my chest 
Having a tantrum again
Pudgy infant hands desperately tugging
With the strength of feral weeds growing through concrete slabs
Caged lions 
have had weaker bites 
Innocent fingers snapping cold bones 
Knowing that decaying ribs and tar soaked lungs function only as a prison cell
Until they become a hearse

With your head on my chest 
You can hear the fervent cry of my little sister 
The screams and hollow aches of child bones groaning and shrieking 
Twisting and grinding 
Reaching out 
Wanting to grow 
Trying to figure out the capacity of her own voice
The boundaries of my own body
Fleshy tendrils rusting metal 
Haunted melodic echo 
canaries in a cave

Poem on red background with white text reads as follows: The toddler in my chest Having a tantrum again Pudgy infant hands desperately tugging With the strength of feral weeds growing through concrete slabs Caged lions have had weaker bites Innocent fingers snapping cold bones Knowing that decaying ribs and tar soaked lungs function only as a prison cell Until they become a hearse With your head on my chest You can hear the fervent cry of my little sister The screams and hollow aches of child bones groaning and shrieking Twisting and grinding Reaching out Wanting to grow Trying to figure out the capacity of her own voice The boundaries of my own body Fleshy tendrils rusting metal Haunted melodic echo canaries in a cave

Trauma tantrum is my recent poem
Wrote it whilst thinking about the ache of loneliness that sits in my chest and how badly I wish I could protect my siblings from the same feelings.

#poetry #poem #traumapoetry #cptsd #familypoetry #cptsd #creativetherapy #familydysfunction #wrtitimg

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Poem titled lethal that reads: 
Walls dripping 
Social kitten
Kitty flipping
Lethal evening
Capricious feelings
Brain slipping
Heat hitting
Table tipping
Ego splitting 
Restricted breathing
Chest heaving
Are you cheating
Starting fires isn't healing
Catty bitching
Why don't you listen
That fucking kitchen
Criminal scheming
Gaslighter deceiving 
Coersive teachings
Intimidation through screaming
Nighttime beating
Never leaving 
Repetitive cycle 
Crash and spiral 
Abuse-prone lifestyle

Poem titled lethal that reads: Walls dripping Social kitten Kitty flipping Lethal evening Capricious feelings Brain slipping Heat hitting Table tipping Ego splitting Restricted breathing Chest heaving Are you cheating Starting fires isn't healing Catty bitching Why don't you listen That fucking kitchen Criminal scheming Gaslighter deceiving Coersive teachings Intimidation through screaming Nighttime beating Never leaving Repetitive cycle Crash and spiral Abuse-prone lifestyle

Making poetry out of traumatic core memories is how we coping rn 🫡🫡

#dv #cptsd #traumapoetry #traumacore #poetry #poem #wordassociation #abusesurvivor #healing

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reluctant pulse some days, the pain is just background noise—dull, consistent, like a hum you forget is there until the room goes quiet.

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#poetry #mentalhealth #depression #existential #writing #rawpoetry #sadpoetry #confessionalpoetry #grief #survival #traumapoetry #healing #livedexperience ##transpoets #queerpoetry #reluctantpulse #journaling #poetrycommunity #substackpoetry

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May his kingdom softly fall.

#softapocalypse #pastelprophet #poetrythreads #WritingCommunity #QueerWriters #BlueskyPoets
#AltLit #ReligiousTrauma #FaithDeconstructed
#TraumaPoetry #TenderRage

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Internal complex
shows a true North
not yet achieved
as old monsters and
ghosts daily challenge
the fragile peace and
#understanding
of this trauma torn
Soul.

#vssdaily #prompt #poetry #writingcommunity #writing #traumapoetry

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For those who are crushed by depression...

#cptsd #ptsd #writer #writing #writerscommunity #poem #poetry #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #trauma #traumapoetry #chilhoodtrauma #depressionandanxiety #depression

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For those who suffer...

#cptsd #ptsd #writer #writing #writerscommunity #poem #poetry #mentalhealth #mentalhealthawareness #trauma #traumapoetry #chilhoodtrauma

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