Sing It
baby, if nobody ever told you, hear me now. you have a voice.
she learned early on that curiosity was dangerous. questioning out of the question. try and resist. only another hole in that drywall. try and reason. perhaps now you’ll have a real reason to cry. now speak up. I dare you. she couldn’t muster an inch of volume if you begged and pleaded. because words only lead to pain. so that nearly forgettable day, he towered over her seven-year-old frame. told her how it was going to be, reveal that pussy. did she make a peep? a plea? pokes and prods in places she didn’t understand. words don’t matter. her silent presence, invisible voice. doesn’t matter. give him a kiss – like the ones for mommy? wet, slimey, shivers run along her spine. painful sensations, rough bones breaking and entering. where is her voice now? pain likely equivalent to this. so she reasons to remember to forget this truly forgettable day.