Breakfast at Peachtree

Silence

I'm times of absolute silence my mind takes me back. I go from sitting on the train to the room where it happened. I'm no longer at work making drinks I'm his yet again. All the work I've ripped away from in an instant. Back to the green shirt that burned to nothing. Back to listing to the creak of his bad and he violated me. Back to knowing that the water will never be hot enough to wash him away.