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.
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
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.