This poem won’t be for everyone, it’s a bit of a hard hitter so… trigger warning (SA) is implied.
Each night when I lay my head down,
I am reminded of the nightmares.
Not the ones while I slept
But the ones while my eyes were open… staring at the ceiling
Where minutes felt like hours
Face stained with trails of salt that left puddles on my pillow.
If I could, I’d set it ablaze and hope the memories fade.
~A
Ink & Embers 