The memory in the woods lives on the inside of his eyelids
Haunting every breathing moment
He remembers the helpless screams
The perpetual nightmare stealing his sleepHe shared with me alone the secret
The secret that was the first domino
He can't even reach to his parents for support
They just accuse and punish and shut their ears to his desperate criesWhen his boyfriend touches him it takes him back to that day
He cries and apologizes for wounds that can't be helped
Some days he can't muster the strength to climb from his bedAnd now he is lost in a world that looks like those woods
No one around to help him
Except now the attack isn't the man who hurt him
It is but the memory and the intrusive thoughts that live at the bottom of the bottle
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Something Broken
PoesíaA collection of poetry I pulled from the pieces of a broken heart.