I am trapped in a mire of reality
That was my past
One of submission and pain
I struggle endlessly to forget
The feel of hard fists
As they rattle my head
The taste of salty blood on my lips
The world fading in and out goes black

The triggers fire
In a pillow muffle my cries
Pulling a blanket over swollen eyes
Thinking like a child I could hide
From the face that haunts every minute of my life
As the beating plays in slow motion
Over and over again  
I am powerless to stop it

The triggers fire
My situation turns dire
I fight for my breath
As rough hands close around my neck
The memories of red pain dripping
Ring through my mind
Like the bells for the dead
When the triggers fire

The triggers in my poem represent sounds, sights or thought that cause me to remember certain events in my life I try to forget but it seems easier sometimes to write them out  and even then I do not know if they will truly ever disappear  



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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby