Fight, Flight, Freeze

Anonymous Human

The feel of skin on skin,

his alcohol stained scent,

his breathing, so fast,

mine, shallow and strangled.

His grunting echoed by fearful whimpers and silenced screams.

The faint sound of cars and trains rushing by -

the busy London night-life continuing unawares -

whilst my world stops.

Others walk past, giggling and chatting while

I'm left drowning in his affectionate words peppered with hunger, hate and threat

Any sound that escapes me met with:

faster breathing,

harsher tones,

twisted words and pain.

 

The panting slows and the world falls silent

My tears fall freely and

my body aches,

my soul screams whilst I lay,

tossed-aside, torn

glassy-eyed and traumatised.

 

My feet walk, searching for safety,

my thoughts muffled,

head full of cotton wool,

numbness seeps into my body but fails to reach the pain.

This transport shell, 

my body, longs for rest

feels too much:

feet ache,

legs feel tired,

ears hear everything too late now and the London streets are so loud it's deathly quiet -

arms lay by my side as though they don't exist,

not swaying, 

not stiff,

but limp.

 

This is the soundtrackcreated by him the one which constantly haunts me.

 

Fight when safe,

Flight after the damage is done and,

Freeze when I need to fight more than anything

  • Author: A r l o (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 21st, 2020 15:16
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 19
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  • RDS

    Ah, dear Ario a very graphic and organic unwrapping of something deeply personal. From which you have picked up a pearl of resilience that will continue to glisten as the scars will surely fade. Thank you for sharing this

  • Christina8

    Oh, A.H., this is a deeply personal account and you are so strong to share. Thanks for sharing. The last line is just such a strong statement!! I have experienced that even in my own life. Thanks again!



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