Lost Journals

Peri woke in the small hours of the night to the smiling face of a former love. Violence stirred her from slumber – a broken night fifteen years ago when sexuality was forced ripping and screaming. The virgin in her bed tonight had triggered something possibly the fear of being a predator, being an aggressor.

Peri wiped away the salty remnants of tears and turned to the wall. The love returned to her nuzzled and spooned tighter unaware of the any pain or tears. Peri took solace in knowing the pain he’d inflicted in the past, the tears he’d drawn, and the therapy sessions after his last departure. She could now enjoy him without being crushed by any of it. She'd allowed him to make her feel beautiful.