11 years after I broke free I’m still having nightmares

Some aren’t that scary

Other times they’re even more scary than you were

The details stand out so vividly

You’ve aged in my dreams I can see your under-eye circles, your hair peppered with greys

You have a smile on your face but I can see the lacklustre look in your eyes

The disappointment. The loss. The manipulation.

I wonder if it’s because you feel guilty

If you are trying to make amends for what you did, how you behaved, who you were

I wonder If she knows who you were

Have you changed?

What your daughter will think of you

Will she know?

Will you protect them from people like you?

Are you still horrible on the inside?

Do you have nightmares too?