I guess it didnt need the trigger icon? I put it on because this poem was born of an abuse trigger (literally some ugly wall paper in the here and now) that woke up a 5 year old at " aunt freddies'" house. I thought i was writing out loud and graphically describing the dissociation and disorientation of a child in the " moment" -- but luckily- like my ugly history - its not visible and obvious on the outside. . .luckily now , that is (wasnt too good then that no one could see)