EMDR: I

NaPoWriMo 2022 // Day 3

She walks into the closet and lifts
the lidded box off the shelf.
Her fingerprints leave smears in the dust.
Opening the memories she dives
down
deep into the darkness.

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Hot room
hundreds of bodies
living on their own bowed-head
islands
alone.

Heart pounding
she whispered
prayers to an angry god
who demands
hell to pay
for her grievous
sins of age six,
while the grown-ups,
kings of the empire,
hovered with verses
and empty promises.

An arm thrusts through
the suffocating crowd.
Tall, brown, ancient
shepherd
scoops up this abused lamb
and lifts her to his shoulders.
An angry flame in his eye
fades
when he looks at her tear-salted
face
and he grins.

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I ride high
out of a room
full of emptiness.

The thick doors
give way for us.
Buzz of the crowd,
heat, sickeningly soft music
dissolves
into a crystal
December night.

I am on his shoulders.
The world is still
and he points to the stars
and tells me their secrets.

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