and there she is, eager to lay her abusive hands on me.
but, it is not her hands that i fear, it’s her eyes. and what i would see the moment i look into them.
it is not the pain, but the shame. i know that she knew. it. me. the truth
this anger, this fear. the ghost that i keep.
hit the ground. run!
but there’s no escaping
the things that dwell within.
