one late night

It’s late… The rain has started and she’s tired. Something has triggered a past traumatic occurrence where her safety was taken away. She is not a victim, she is a survivor striving to be a creator. But she has built these walls… for protection. Standing there crying, she’s had too much sake. She doesn’t even know why she is crying now except he kept asking her to take down her walls for him and so here she is doing that, one tear at a time. How embarrassing as she sobs away for no real reason other than she finally feels safe to do so. And he says to her “baby, you can cry, drool or wipe your nose on me any day”. After a few breaths she calms down and sniffles a little “ok”.

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