These should have stopped by now. Should have  been taped down by now, gone but the tape keeps it so the hole left behind won`t rip the place ware it was.

It's 3 years later and  It's 3 am. The ocean has found my skin yet again.

when my friends talk with their hands I flinch at times, I can still feel your hand swing across my face.

When I put a necklace on,and  it scrunched up and it gets tight. I can still feel your hands around my throat.

When I get a headache, I can still feel your fingers squishing so hard against the sides of my head as I fall to the floor.

But you are what nightmares are made of,  the negative in photos, the shadows in the dark that follow.

domestic violence is struggle for those who survive.