A little Goes a Long Way

By Diana Alvarez

It doesn’t take much for my face to turn hot.
You’ll notice it too,
I am turning bright red.
It doesn’t take much for my lips to quiver
And then go numb.
It doesn’t take a long time for the rest of my
body to follow.

Some call it tonic immobility.

It doesn’t take much for my heart to run a
marathon,
And for my breathing to slow, to sound
like I’m back in that hospital bed.
It doesn’t take a long time for my mind to
start going haywire, for the voices to
consume me.

Some say 
que con un chingazo, me quité.

It doesn’t take much for me to doubt
anyone and everyone.
It doesn’t take much to be afraid of
every slight noise,
every slight movement.
It takes a mere second to see what is not there.

It doesn’t take much for me to hate myself again.
It doesn’t take much to disappear.

In fact, taking 30 pills only takes me two minutes.

Some say it’s a special talent of mine.

It doesn’t take much.

A scent,
a smile,
a scene,


Is all I need to remind me of what
you
caused.
For the reminder of
your
abuse

To overwhelm me.

May 2019