Say Something: Pt 2 The Worth of Me—Before I can turn to see it coming, he whipped that thing against my legs. I am ashamed of the tears streaming down my face, as I walk away, back straight, without sound, and they continue to marvel that the red stripes disappeared so quickly.
Say Something Pt 1: The Worth of Rape—I just want to get out of this dark room into daylight and away from everything that courtroom represents.
My childhood story isn't spell-binding, but I am pretty sure it was on par with other students. I was just another student in a sea of students ...
As with listening to music, physical and emotional pain both have the power to be so loud for so long they affect your hearing it anymore. Pain is powerful. Pain has volume.
My hold on reality is tenuous at times. I roll up in my sheets, comforter, and pillow, wrapping my arms around me. I don't know how I fell asleep—fearful of his coming, down the hall, through the door, and for me.
Any fragment of my body given from the outside must be experienced ... by me from within myself, and it is only through this experiencing from within that it can be rendered part of myself, part of my once occurrent unity.
My memory is trimmed with Christmases at my grandparent’s home. Traditions wrapped in love mound under the tree.