memory under duress is a slippery thing.
it twists the mundane into abnormal and the painful into torture.
you can hide from it; look for refuge under pillars of human rock, keeping you from harm
or you can swallow it. open your throat wide—
"i can't breathe."
"mom, i'm going to college."
"i love you too!"
"why did you shoot me?"
"what are you following me for?"
"you shot me! you shot me!"
"it's not real."
"please don't let me die."
and swallow.
don't shake to hard. you can hear the silver clinking against muscle and skeleton. such an unpleasant sound.
