Its not the flashbacks anymore that gets me.
Hell, not even the pain that drives me to the brink of extinction.
Its the helplessness.
The knowlege that the first time in your entire life you were vulnerable,
was all it took for him to slip beneath the surface.
In you.
Around you.
Pouring his malice and trickery into the depths of your pours,
past your defense,
and into the very core being of your soul.
The very thought of him sends warnings of danger down my spine.
Ignorance of those around me penetrates my chest,
brewing a deep seeded anxiety that consumes me whole.
I AM THE VERY BEING YOUR SOUL FEARS.
I AM THE VICTIM OF YOUR NIGHTMARES.
I. AM.
