It runs over her skin, but the flames live deeper than flesh. Some wounds do not bleed, they burn in silence, hidden beneath ordinary moments. To the world, she is simply taking a shower. Inside, she is reliving what never truly ended. PTSD is not the memory of trauma; it is trauma refusing to become a memory. This piece is for those carrying invisible fires, surviving battles no one else can see. Not every flame asks to be extinguished, some only ask to be understood.