Silver Scars

I woke up sweating, panting in the middle of the night. It's been four years since they started. The nightmares. Although once I wake up, I remember that I'm still in it.

I go into my en suite bathroom. Maybe some cold water will help. I splash water in my face a few times. Doesn't work.

I decide to just take a shower. So I strip and then turn on the water. Out of the corner of my eye, I see them in the mirror. My lovely, silver reminders. Like shiny tally marks. Arranged in perfect rows from shoulder to my butt.

The visual presentation of how my nightmare started.

And how it never ends.