Sitting in that room

I would not allow my mind

To remember the truth

People could see the guilt in my face

I looked out the window

I saw the far off hills

That seemed out of place

On the vast prairie

The hills were like me

Did not belong in their surroundings

They told stories, like a person's face

I sat on the bed, where everything ended

I touched the blanket that covered the bed

Images of pain and guilt filled the room

Tears flooding to my eyes

My body shaking with fear

The images were so vivid

His face, his cold hands

I left the room

The memories stay with me

Every day they are there,

Like the hills.