Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of it, just out of the corner of my eye, and no matter how quickly I look away, the image still burns its way into my mind.
This time though, it's worse; this time, I am faced with the whole of it, unavoidable, and that awful reality stabs me in the heart.
I close my eyes, and just for a moment, I can breathe again.
But it's still there, waiting -- to remind me -- to torture me.
I can run away, pretend, forget... for a while.
No. Not this time. This time, I open my eyes.