Written by Esme Shane
The moon shimmers in the night sky
Owls stoically perch on leafless branches
Their occasional hoot shattering the stillness
A mournful train whistle in the distance
Clattering along cold iron rails
Where is it going, does it matter?
A solitary silhouette in an upstairs window
Angry voices, breaking glass, painful shouts
Bright flashes reflected, two loud pops
No more nightmares.
No more anger.
No more pain.
No more PTSD.
She smiles. Peace at last.