i Rise from incest’s grave… today I speak

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

14 comments

  1. 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 🙂

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