This poem is spillover from the August 4, 2015 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from librarygeek
. It also fills the "comfort" square in my 8-1-15 card
for the As You Like It Bingo fest, and the "hiding an injury / illness"
square in my 6-16-15 card
for the hc_bingo
fest. This poem was sponsored by Anthony & Shirley Barrette. It belongs to the Officer Pink thread of the Polychrome Heroics
This poem contains some intense action which some readers may find unsettling. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. There are thefts, superpowered fighting, a foot chase, concealment of injuries, messy medical details, difficult ethical dilemmas, symptoms of extreme PDSD, help-resistant behavior, trust issues, tactile defensiveness, flashback/panic/anxiety attack, emotional overload, use of a superpower on someone unable to defend against it, and other whump. This is heavy-duty hurt/comfort, they just don't know each other well enough for it to go smoothly. DO NOT PANIC, Ansel is NOT DEAD, just unconscious for a while, as you'll see in "When We Get the Rough Times," whenever that gets sponsored and posted.
If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.( Read more... )