it’s 4 am… i woke up in a silent screem…
i’m shaking… it’s cold…
for a minute it felt like i was in my old room…
my thoat hurts from the dream…
or maybe…
my throat hurts like it did in the dream…
was it a dream? was it a memory?
the mother was there… in the dream…
she hurt us, make us swallow bad bad stuff
mouth hurts… throat hurts… all the way down to tummy
feel sick but can’t puke cos she say so
we must be strong now…..
almost done… be good…we can do this…