The moment of realization that my mortality no longer intimidates.

He's walked with me and slept alongside me every night as far back as my memory reaches. Whenever he chooses to put his hands on me is impossible to predict. I will feel him trailing his hands down my hips during a Geology lecture. He yearns for my body and has acquired a taste for salty tears. I excuse myself casually and escape from my peers into a rickety bathroom stall trusting it with my secret enough to shed a tear. He moans with pleasure as he licks the tear off of my cheek. He likes to touch me in public because he enjoys seeing my reaction to run and hide. I kept it to myself for it was but a delusion. But I'm not scared of him anymore. His touch no longer stains my skin nor punctures my heart for I'm stained all over and my heart is callused.

The moment of realization that my mortality no longer intimidates. I choose to fight, for I'm not scared of him anymore.

My Shadow.