In The Gloaming TW *just in case*

The internet is fixed. Today I learned that while Jesus saves, Damian had to get a second job as an internet repair technician. 

He wasn't sure of what to make of the lights you see but aren't lit either. 

Oh and the French guy called to see if everything was fixed. He said he was concerned. Which is odd now that I think about it. They've never called before to check if it was okay. I'm starting to think the internet provider has few loose screws. Maybe their lights aren't lit either 

some days we pray for quiet

but they live inside your head

the screams that won't be silent 

feeling constant dread

some times we remember the days

the terror we called home

the fear that lived in your veins

embedded in your bones

these memories that are mine

that no one wanted to know

these are the memories we keep

the ones we try not to show

the strangle hold 

the insulting names

the shirt twisted in those hands

back hand to the face

tossed to the floor

bruised, bloodied and sore

the family disgrace

shhhh....

hide the violence

lock it away in a secret closet

so no one can ever see

some days can't stand the touch

when affection weighs too much

everyone is pushed away

some us were born in ***

in *** was where we were raised

this was a level of the *** I was from

but this isn't the *** I want to stay

shhhh.....

sometimes it's all I need

a moment of silence please

something to hush the misery

the shhhh.... that belongs to me

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