This is what you do to me.


lip trembles
I bite down, hard;
no tears this time.
some careless comment
shoves me right over the edge.
(he says "sorry Danielle," but
it's so careless it doesn't help
at all.)
tearstains on his shirt;
I wonder if he realized.

I couldn't talk about it.
I couldn't string the words together.
I couldn't relive the fear, the horror, the screaming, the swearing.
I couldn't do it.
I can't.
I don't want to go back…

a/n: Bad morning to say the least.
Sorry, my thoughts were disorganized and rather … random … as I wrote this.