The first abuser.

The corners of your lips perked up when you felt me flinch. Like you were only holding my hand, so … More

Him.

He layed with me. His chizzled arms clinged tightly to my soma, our legs intertwined like they were meant to … More

The beating.

I told them that I couldn’t breathe. And All they did was proceed to pour water on me, telling me … More

The thoughts

And now I am left to my thoughts. Savages, they are! All they want to do is eat me alive. … More

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton