I close my eyes.

The memory takes control.

Captivated, I cannot look away.

It replays over and over again.

The voices get louder, the images clearer.

Hand in pocket, I grasp my savior.

With each new image a new line is drawn.

Slowly and gradually gaining momentum,

matching the tempo of my frantic heart.

I can't breathe, hear, or think.

All I can feel is blessed steel on skin.

Ripping, dragging, pulling, never ceasing.

All this pain I feel is dulling.

I wish I didn't have to pretend.

When will this horrific nightmare end?