What had happened at the cabin, something we don’t talk about, ever!!! What happened at the cabin, the monsters came out at night, and hurt me, I’d tried hard to scream so loud to make it stop, but it just, kept scratching, hurting, damaging me repeatedly, until I’m completely, beaten down!
What happened at the cabin, did it matter? Sure it had, but, I’d, tried, so FUCKING (and your point is???) hard, to put it all behind me, and I’d finally, gotten past it (or so I’m inclined to believe)…What happened at the cabin? Why must we go back to it, huh? Time had already moved on, hadn’t it, and, it’d, left us both behind, stuck, in that frame of time, long, long, L-O-N-G ago.
a creepy little place, not my photograph…
What happened at the cabin, nothing, and EVERYTHING! Someone (or maybe it was something, who knows???) came, and, killed the “us”, that, was what happened AT the cabin, and ever since, I’d stopped being available to you, just like, you were, NEVER available to me either………
What happened at the cabin? I try not to think about it, and, I’d, suppressed the events of that day (or was it night???) too deeply, into my unconscious that until I see my whole life flash before my eyes (like in a near-death experience???), I won’t be, remembering any of it, ‘cuz I don’t want to, ‘cuz I ain’t ready to deal with it, as in E-V-E-R!!!
like this…not my photograph…
Life, the Obstacle Course 