I don't remember much my youth the lake fresh blood his eyes
The pain the scream that left me and all the screams that stayed inside his firm grip handcoffing my wrists bruises
The fear of not being in control helplessness at a time I should protect myself guilt
The silence twenty years of silence of not dealing with a memory ignoring facts until they dissapeared living my life as an aftershock waiting for those last moments between disaster and death
I don't know what happened I refuse to remember, even now but that was the day the sun went out