I can’t talk about anything.
I can’t write about anything.
Everything is trapped. My words, my thoughts, my emotions. In the prison cell that she created. And I don’t know how to get any of it out. It’s suffocating me.
I’m still afraid. Afraid of her. Afraid of the truth that I will never be free.
She speaks inside my head. She reads my words. She is everywhere, even when she’s not.