Describe to me
what you had seen during the night.
"Well, I had seen a car wreck, a snowball effect."
I looked into her sweet brown eyes, and I knew that moment she was
quite traumatized.
She says to me,
"But that's not all I got to see.
From a car had rolled a man like a butterball,nude.
He had been beaten, abused in ways I don't want to try to guess.
It was painful."
"My God," I choke.
Then I look at her swollen face.
She's crying, a paintball sized lump in her throat that
restrains her breath, nearly making her choke; it's hard for me to watch.
What do I do?
I hold this girl,
who trusts me enough to share her
worst nightmares; this sadly is no nightmare, as she
watched someone die a slow death while she headed out for some hiking.
Never happened.
This accident has changed her forever.
As I cradle her quaking form, I pray for guidance in comforting her.
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