She makes me see
Flashing images
She makes me feel
Pressure, burning and pain
She makes me hear
Their voices
She makes me smell
Body odor and cologne
She makes me taste
Bitterness
Because
She
Freezes
She
Did nothing
Tasted nothing
Smelled nothing
Heard nothing
Felt nothing
Saw nothing
Fight or flight
Are not the only options
I am a woman. I am a survivor and a fighter. I am a dreamer. I am a believer. I’m an Aunt, a sister, a daughter, friend and lover. I write out of the depths of all of these things that dwell in my soul.
Whisper and the Roar 
Strong, powerful and a chilling description of emotions.
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