When Darkness Comes

By: Melissa Ratliff

Showers were meant to be her refuge. Nothing beat standing under the hot water and letting the day wash off and swirl down the drain. The motions were mechanical – shampoo, rinse, soap, rinse, relax. Her mind would wander. While freeing most of the time, there was always the darkness lurking. That’s when it would strike, when her guard was down. Life would suddenly feel so overwhelming. Sinking into a squatting fetal position, hands on the back of her head, the sobs were louder than the falling water. Rocking slightly back and forth she would tell herself it would be OK.

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