"His face tired, blank, these are monuments of satin sheets, ruling to oppose in tongues of love. She doesn’t notice, each blink returns darker than the last, no love rests inside her heart for the one who ties his teeth in her name. Breathing reposed, dainty hands rest to her throat as she sees his version of truth; taken to the darkness, surrounded with a beautiful array of her own face in photographs and poems scattered to a wall."The harrowing account of Diary Entries, Blog Posts and Unpublished Notes made during five very dark years of my life. Each emotion reflects the rawness inside of my silence.