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
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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