I don't remember what happened during the day
But I know I must have gone to school
Then straight to his house
My mom off at work
I have no memory of what I ate for dinner
Did I watch tv before bed
Play with toys
Maybe I had homework
It isn't fair
That everything I remember-
Is everything I wish I could forget
The feeling of that borrowed pillow against my hair
The blankets that formed a makeshift bed on the stiff carpeted ground
The soft lamp light that fell over me
The static of the downstairs tv
Sleep welcomed me
I only wish she allowed me to stay
Away from him
From the horror that woke me that night
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Trauma Bonding
PoesíaSometimes we all just need a safe place to share our stories TW: Talk of self-harm, suicide, and sexual assault
