Author: April T. Giauque

Darkness feels heavy, tangible, scary, and hopeless. Was this darkness that of dusk or dawn? Were the faint hues of light gaining strength or fading?

It was hard to distinguish for the psychotic inky darkness of abuse from my former spouse was complex. He wove in and out of reality of his mind. His darkness surrounded us.

It suffocated us till no hope was left, but for a pinpoint of light.

April T. Giauque