His hands were not kind
The air around me was harsh
No room to breathe
My thoughts flooded with confusion and fear
That night scared me for the rest of my life
I wish beyond anything else that I hadn't stayed there-
That my normal babysitter was free that night
That my mom had stayed home from work
That I wasn't alive to go through it
The only comfort I take with me is that I don't remember him
I don't remember his face
His name
His voice-
though I remember what was said
I'm glad I don't remember those things though
Because If I did that would make him human
And he was anything short of the devil himself
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Trauma Bonding
PoetrySometimes we all just need a safe place to share our stories TW: Talk of self-harm, suicide, and sexual assault
