Curled up in the depths of my closet,
cold from fear,
burnt beyond repair from things I should not know;
but now can never forget.
Your hand on my body,
your voice in my ears,
the nightmares you left behind
and the weeping illusion that one day,
somehow,
I might find answers to the questions
you left inside my mind.
But for now I remain silenced
within these walls,
reflecting on the hidden dangers
of obedience.
