Her screams,
His abrasive boom,
It's still with me,
I still hear it,
Still feel it,
I'm scared still,
Even though removed,
Not sure I can cope,
Not even the little I am now,
It's sliding away,
I'm slipping away,
Dying inside,
Outside too,
As every memory taunts,
I reach for my salvation,
My painful purification,
No hesitation,
Clinical distance,
And perfection,
As I watch skin give way,
I sigh,
His abrasive boom silenced,
With this death laden breath.