DRAINED
Drowning in emotional exhaustion.
Can't think about it.
Can't speak about it.
A quicksand that holds me fast.
Can't fight it.
Can't give in.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Behind Her Eyes
The first night it happened she woke up only after feeling something on her body, touching her. Someone's hands were touching her body, moving all around it, stopping for a minute here and there, then moving on. Bronwyn woke up as soon as he started touching her although she didn't open her eyes. She lay perfectly still and kept her eyes closed as she was scared if she opened them and looked at him he would hurt her. All she did until he finished and left the room was breathe.
She was lying in her bed, in a bedroom she shared with her older brother. The bed was an old, cheap bunkbed and Bronwyn slept in the bottom bunk. Her brothor Cloud slept in the top bunk. The blanket on her bed was given to her by her grandmother and it was white, with tiny blue flowers with green leaves on it, and she loved the way it felt against her skin. She also loved that her grandmother cared enough to give it to her. The room was small, only big enough for the bunkbed, a built in dresser and closet the brother and sister shared. There was a window in back of the bed. The curtains hanging on the window were there when the mother and her two children moved in. It was a relatively small trailer with a master bedroom at one end, the living room at the other and a bathroom, the second bedroom, and the kitchen sanwiched in between. Nothing special and they had done nothing special to it since moving in other than replacing the bed in the childrens with a bunkbed.
Bronwyn was ten years old and lived with her mother, brother and new step-father in a trailer that was situated behind her grandmothers house in a small town in Florida. They came to live there after her parents divorce. Her mother met her new step-father about a year after that, and they were married shortly after. No fancy wedding, and the children were not informed, nor were they present. They were just told afterwards in a very matter of fact way.
This was the first time he came into her bedroom and the last time she woke after he came in.
She was lying in her bed, in a bedroom she shared with her older brother. The bed was an old, cheap bunkbed and Bronwyn slept in the bottom bunk. Her brothor Cloud slept in the top bunk. The blanket on her bed was given to her by her grandmother and it was white, with tiny blue flowers with green leaves on it, and she loved the way it felt against her skin. She also loved that her grandmother cared enough to give it to her. The room was small, only big enough for the bunkbed, a built in dresser and closet the brother and sister shared. There was a window in back of the bed. The curtains hanging on the window were there when the mother and her two children moved in. It was a relatively small trailer with a master bedroom at one end, the living room at the other and a bathroom, the second bedroom, and the kitchen sanwiched in between. Nothing special and they had done nothing special to it since moving in other than replacing the bed in the childrens with a bunkbed.
Bronwyn was ten years old and lived with her mother, brother and new step-father in a trailer that was situated behind her grandmothers house in a small town in Florida. They came to live there after her parents divorce. Her mother met her new step-father about a year after that, and they were married shortly after. No fancy wedding, and the children were not informed, nor were they present. They were just told afterwards in a very matter of fact way.
This was the first time he came into her bedroom and the last time she woke after he came in.
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