⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️
*Abuse*
She flinches with the thought of her own mother.
A swift movement of a hand sends her back to the past.
Hiding beneath tables and beds.
She would wish upon a God to end all her misery and take her to the light.
Now, she hopes to live a fantasy.
In reality, she's still hiding inside her empty closet.
Her heart aches as she navigates her escape if her mother doesn't find her that is.
Footsteps stomp by her door.
Her heart pounces as she loses oxygen.
Slowly, she forgets to breathe.
In her head, she screamed quietly.
Her mother whispers a name.
She wants to take her apart.
She wants to break her heart and limbs like playing with dolls just a bjt rough.
The closet doors swing open as her mother stands tall, shouting her way in through her skull and deep into her scarred brain.
She opens her eyes and jumps to her feet.
"It's only a nightmare." She repeats, but she knows it happened in a distant memory she's locked away.
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I'm unsure if this is common for any specific traumas where they dream scenarios as nightmares, and their brain automatically suppresses memories, but I unfortunately had the unfortunately experience of that. ⚠️This poem is not based on real people or any experience I have been through personally. However, It is only lightly inspired by how my brain reacted to trauma.⚠️
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