November 21, 2011

Only Once

By W.R.R.

I watch them
their words like knives
but only his is sharp
Fear for her spreads
like ice on bare skin
If I could speak
I would beg her
to be silent
can’t look away
can’t let her suffer
alone
The strike echoes
like thunder
but only once
she is lucky

~ ~ ~

© W.R.R. 1/3/1995

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.
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