I hug my arms around me. It is not enough. I’m not safe. I pull a blanket tight around me. It is not enough. I am not safe. I hide myself away in my house. I turn all the locks. It is not enough. I am still not safe. I am not safe because however safe and secure I try to make my body, it doesn’t matter. They are in my head. They are always there, right around the corner.