Being in your tight embrace feels like being suffocated by a fires toxic fumes. I struggle against your furious grip, so far I'm losing. It's flight or die. My vision gets blurry and I stagger into a mirror hoping to stall you enough to get away. Your limp body on the ground was enough for me to get out the door and get help. But help never came for you, not that you needed it.
December 17, 2011