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Cinnamon Chai

Some days I still open my eyes with silent panic that as I awaken, I'll be held down.

At 8AM light streams past the gap above your curtains. Broken, I'm relearning safety.

 

7 years of surviving but now in your red sheets, I do not fear being held so much.

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Sep 8, 2019
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