For her who has no name

For some reason, she can’t find the words to write about what happened
or the pain and hurt that followed, her fear of big blue rectangular boxes,
the nightmares that made nights living hells or the faces that followed her even
in corners where she thought she was hidden. she could never forget the feeling of numbness,
no words to protest, only silent screams that fade into a lonesome darkness.
She would never speak or tell or relive.

And I cannot find the pieces that are now lost.

Photo credit: madamepsychosis / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND


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