Sharing stories has always been

one of the things that brought us

closer to the future,

even when it sends our hearts

racing faster than the speed of

sound.

.

I know it's not fair

.

You told me about Her,

about how She took the

child

you used to be and turned

her into an unrecognizable

creature,

something so different than

who you used to be that even

dental records couldn't be used

to determine who used to reside

inside

.

your corpse.

.

His hands around my throat wasn't

the only thing that kept me from

telling you about the monster

that I once thought hid

under my bed.

.

His hands

around my soul

wasn't the only thing

that kept me from telling

you about the horrors I used

to live inside a house that I was too

uncomfortable to call my own, even after

he finally had to leave.

.
Hands are not just used for comfort.