MEMORIES

“We’re going to play house. You’re the Mommy, I’m the Daddy,” he whispers softly in the child’s ear. His breath is warm, and she loves him, trusting her brother.

Blank time, then while bathing the water hitting the tender labia sears with pain. No one intervenes. No one stops more of it. Somehow the child grows and now entering the winter stages of her life those memories are as if yesterday.

How does she take the beauty of today and balance those with the memories of yesterday?

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4 thoughts on “MEMORIES

  1. Understanding to you, hard to read, but so much shared feeling. I truly never loved or even liked my aggressor/s but the experiences can instantly transport a person. I wish you comfort.

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