She writes so she doesn’t have to scream obscenities every time
the memories come crashing back into her.
She fights off the nausea of your presence,
with words never spoken aloud,
that fight the battle of missing you and hating you
that runs rampant in her mind.
But though she may stumble away from the war, battered and bruised
She’ll remain untainted.
And that is its own quiet victory:
Not letting emotion corrupt her integrity.