I woke up in tears again
Well I say again but honestly
Out of the 412 days of nightmares
I’ve only cried 4 times
It was his name. My best friend who forgot me.
First was the violence. The rape. That was first. Then came abandonment. Darkness. Loss of all hope.
The physical reactions to the abuse beyond my control that jarred me to wakefulness as sensations assaulted my sleeping body
Horror so complete that all was silence except for the screaming in my mind to leave me alone get off what the hell is happening
And then I’m awake. Alone. In the dark. Tears shining in my eyes in the starlight. Waiting for the sunrise.
What happened to me