I awoke glistening with sweat
cold, cold, sweat, and I shook
I could smell the aroma of fear
oozing from my shivering  body
dripping from my tangled hair
in a fetal position I hugged myself
unwilling to make a move until
I was sure it had been a nightmare
and he wasn't there ready to inflict
his sadistic mode of punishment
it had been a long time since I'd
dreamed of my past mate,and the vile
cruelty of his hate still permeated
my senses,he was a Jeckyll /Hyde, I
never knew what he'd do, and you
wouldn't believe me if i told you

(knowing I hated bugs,he once
tied my hands behind my back
and dumped a bunch of ants and
spiders over me that he had collected
for the purpose of tormenting me
and laughed maniacally while I
squirmed in misery)

suffice it to say, huddled in bed I'd
stay, waiting for my friend whom I
phoned afraid to get up  alone,for
thoughts of past stays in hospital
and his part in much of my illness, left
deep scars to the degree that a dream
could be so real as to leave me in such
a state,even though I hadn't seen him
in 25 years! My friend and I discussed
over coffee, how amazing that memories
could have such searing effect,even though
I had defeated it long ago,and it was over
which shows that sometimes we cover
too much in order to hide it,and never
give ourselves the chance to air it out,and
be free of it.... So I shared it this time...

Thank God for friends!