The Anniversary

known for weeks that

it's almost time again. 

Today, the calendar shows it's 

too close. 

My mind

knows the start and

the end, but it haunts me

that most of it is only in

nightmares. 

Oh, but my body remembers! 

My arms still try to fight.

Lung stops breathing. 

My side... 

I whisper, 

"He tried to kill me. Destroy me." 

Green leaves, vines reaching up. 

My plants whisper, 

"He failed."