When Papa was still alive and Mama still smiled and Yelena was there to chase the nightmares away.
I hum it while the water runs over me.
While my skin burns.
While I scrub and scrub and scrub.
And then I break.
My legs give out.
I slide down the shower wall.
The water is still running. Still too hot. Beating down on my head.
The sound that comes out of my throat is the sound I haven’t made in years.
Raw.
Broken.
Animal.
I’m sobbing.
I can’t stop. Can’t breathe.
My whole body is shaking.
I’m sobbing so hard I can’t breathe.
The water is running over me.
My skin doesn’t feel like mine anymore.
Good.
I pull my knees to my chest.
I wrap my arms around them.
And I hum.
Tonkaya Ryabina.
Over and over.
Rocking.
Sobbing.
The water beating down.
My skin on fire.
Alone in a shower in a house that isn’t mine.
Wearing a chain that’s all I have left.