The Taste of Your Memory

In the moment when my body freezes and mind screams run away, mouth runs bitter, and hands shake,
When days later I still jump at a dropped pen cap and crave the smell of tobacco,
Nights, when my closest sleep is lying in bed visualizing my eyes shut, 
In the suffocating memory of what it means to be betrayed and unsafe,
I remember you.

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