Again he caught himself staring as her dress slides from her shoulders, holding his breath just a little, as he had the first time he saw her naked
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She…my wife
Your hands against my chest, your breath on my neck hold back the horror of each night. The smile in your eyes and the love in your
The Poem 6′
Memories are funny things. The concept of repressed memories is that a memory is unconsciously blocked by an individual due to the high level of stress or trauma contained
Memories
Memories: demons that hover, waiting for me to sleep. I spent years sleeping as little as one to two hours a night. I wasn’t afraid of falling asleep,
Victim?
I’ve never been comfortable with the term “victim.” I’ve never seen myself as a victim. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen myself as anything really. When