Incursion

My mind is fucked so hard that she can't stand up. She's sore, a little ripped, a little bloody. She hurts. She wants to be alone. She doesn't want to be examined or interrogated or pitied or patted on the head. She needs a few days for recovery, a few days of staying in bed with the lights out before she's okay enough to stand on her own again. She needs a second to herself before she's ready to face this thing. She's okay, she's okay, it's going to be okay, she's telling herself. She doesn't need your sympathy.  She's going to be okay.