Tears hit my cheeks once more
at 3.40am monsters knock on my door
forcing their way into my dreamscape
chasing sleep away there's no escape

laid to rest long ago I had thought
no mercy now strips me back to nought
I am tired so very tired & worn down
no relent no peace pulling me to drown

in memories of bloods coppery taste
filling my mouth laying my child to waste
leaves in my mouth on the forest floor
relived over and over too much no more

42 days in 12 ways more than enough
to be there back in time just too rough
rough like his smooth cool sickly hands
wrapped around my throat tight bands

of a fantasy sick games he loved to play
as my innocence my hope bled all away
too much then too much to live it again
tell me how and if ever this ends...when?

J.C. honey-owl 21/05/2019 4.04am.