Friday

I still hear your screams
Silent
Pervasive
They were in your eyes
As I left
I felt them
How I wanted to weep for you
Your fear is multilayered
I know why

And here am I
Fearful for you
Unable to give aide
Acting the stoic
When inside
I fear the horror
The probing hands
Loveless are they
Invading that space

So I wait
On this day of Freya
Praying to no-one
That you will return

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