Life after trauma

Photo by Ian Espinosa on Unsplash


Remember the feel of the earth in your hands, and the smell of the cold dirt? Picture the way it looked under your fingernails when you clawed your way up out of the grave that he buried you in.

Discarded like trash, buried like waste, he left you for dead. Vultures were already circling overhead when your arm broke through the dirt, waves of putrid stench…