The Light Under the Door

Biography & Memoir
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Author: Neoma Nayrah ISBN: 9781504370202
Publisher: Balboa Press Publication: December 21, 2016
Imprint: Balboa Press Language: English
Author: Neoma Nayrah
ISBN: 9781504370202
Publisher: Balboa Press
Publication: December 21, 2016
Imprint: Balboa Press
Language: English

The fading spots of blood and the piss stains mock me like they are saying, We told you so, told you, youd be back. They are right. Once more, I find myself lying at the bottom of the basement stairsmy husbands favorite punishment. This is old business. I cant even cry. These stains were left by me, the last time I occupied this space, reminding me this is probably not the last. If something happens to me, at least the blood and the piss have marked my passage, marked my existence that, once upon a time, I was here. I try to sit up, and my body screams in protest. I almost collapse again when I hear my babies screaming, Want mommy! Want mommy! Then the tears come. In the light under the door, my only view in this endless darkness, I watch their little feet frantically going back and forth searching for me, unaware that Im right behind this door. When you begin to lose yourself and you dont know which way is out, thats the time when the shadows come, carrying suitcases and trunks filled with the latest styles in fear, uncertainty, and despair; they are more than happy to throw them open all at once and settle into your life. The trick is to get to that place where you can finally tell them to pack up and get the hell out.

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The fading spots of blood and the piss stains mock me like they are saying, We told you so, told you, youd be back. They are right. Once more, I find myself lying at the bottom of the basement stairsmy husbands favorite punishment. This is old business. I cant even cry. These stains were left by me, the last time I occupied this space, reminding me this is probably not the last. If something happens to me, at least the blood and the piss have marked my passage, marked my existence that, once upon a time, I was here. I try to sit up, and my body screams in protest. I almost collapse again when I hear my babies screaming, Want mommy! Want mommy! Then the tears come. In the light under the door, my only view in this endless darkness, I watch their little feet frantically going back and forth searching for me, unaware that Im right behind this door. When you begin to lose yourself and you dont know which way is out, thats the time when the shadows come, carrying suitcases and trunks filled with the latest styles in fear, uncertainty, and despair; they are more than happy to throw them open all at once and settle into your life. The trick is to get to that place where you can finally tell them to pack up and get the hell out.

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