I remember how to do it now; cry.
Remember how the tears feel when they spring like rivers; waterfalls rather.
How they stain my face; scars that can’t be erased….sick old memories.
Yet here I lay, surrounded by a meshed shield, cushioned between his warmth and drenched sheets; protected from the pain.
Thoughts crash into the barriers of my mind; pounding its fists into my heart.
I remember now.
Then it fades; the pain….
“I’m a big girl”, I hear myself say, “I’m fine, I’m just okay.”