Healing as a Slow Process

We were getting stoned

and had just taken gravity bong hits.

She wondered if I was as high as she was,

but I wasn't.

She told me to tell her when I got there.

She had a question, she said.

 

She wanted to know what had happened

back then.

I laughed the whole time because

I've basically detached myself from it all.

The words "attempted rape" flow out

as i I hadn't been trying to come to terms with that

for almost seven years now.

 

She didn't prod.

She let me hide into the blankets when I became overwhelmed.

While falling asleep

she told me to wake her if I had

  any nightmares

about it all.

She didn't make me feel pressured

or weired.

I feel safe.

Almost.

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