on saturday
his email invites
me back
to hell…
back into
the shell where
he wants me…
his ice cube eyes
follow me…
in emails he stalks me…
flips the script…
like he owns me…
flips me upside
down… and
once again I am
14 years old… and
those hunger-filled eyes
follow me…not
lovers’… but hunters’
hands glide
over places of me
they shouldn’t…
once again i am
14 years
afraid…
14 years so
unsure of my own voice…
I am…
…silent….
once
again he wanted to…shhhhh….
… silence…
…shhhhhh…silence…shhhhhh…
silence…me…shhhhhhh…lest
shhhhhhhhh…because his lustful
ears…
his lustful
eyes demand
scapegoat quiets… scapegoat silence…or…
or…
else…
sometimes it
doesn’t matter if
you don’t talk to
strangers…
sometimes
just being born is
dangerous…
once
again i
am 14 years old… and lustful eyes follow me… not
lovers’ eyes… but
brothers’ lies…
incest climbs out of its nest to send
email on Saturday…
quietly I acquiesce on Sunday… for two weeks i am
his silent offering… but
on the third…
my
voice rises from
the grave… Today
Today. Today.
I SPEAK
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
Spellbinding usage of words, the ending was magnificently powerful. Thanks for sharing, According to your convenience please do read of my writings as well, would love to know what you think about them 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
with a review like that… who can but check out your site… off to look now:)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks 🙂 the words of my review poured out of my heart really your writings truly are magnetic 🙂
LikeLike
as are yours:)
LikeLiked by 1 person
read your poem on hunger… this happened to me last week… thank you so much for your invite… you know this means we should probably follow each other?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Of course, would be privileged to read your works on consistent basis , following you right away 🙂
LikeLike
Your words speaks to the soul. I’m happy to find your site, keep writing 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
thank you so very much .. Birthed in pain… our poems arise
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love it! I am an incest victim and I find healing through reading and writing 🙂
LikeLike
thanks so much for sharing that! i had to write this poem…thought i was past all of it til he began harrassing me in emails very recently…thank you so much for your support and encouragement:)
LikeLiked by 1 person
We have the power now to take care of our self 🙂
LikeLike
:).. no longer victims but survivors in healing:)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yah. The healing journey is the most beautiful part of it 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
:)..
LikeLike