The word sits upon the page
coiled like a snake
side to side
it starts to sway
it tries to make me break
Just one path to light
so baby open wide
swallow their filth
choke it down
and seal it all inside
Slow beat, edge sharp
lead-lined poisoned heart
pumps old pain
through crusted grief
and tears my soul apart
The word sits upon the page
wrapped in pretty lies
absolve the killer
damn the babe
ignoring all his cries

~ ~ ~

© W.R.R. 4/18/2012
For all survivors of any form of rape or abuse; you are not alone. Speak out. Find your path to healing.

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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