POETRYOnce Upon a Time
Once upon a time the world seemed safe
men I trusted didn’t trick me
didn’t hold me down
didn’t take by force
what society told me was special
If those men can do that
what can men I don’t trust do?
Once upon a time I didn’t punish myself
trying to take some control back
telling myself I invited this
by growing older, being almost a teen
flogging myself with what ifs
should having until the scars of blame
lacerated me as much as the original attack
Once upon a time I didn’t know terror
I wasn’t painfully aware
in the pit of my belly
in the ache in my chest
in the air entombed in my throat
that I could be so damaged
and live through it
Once upon a time I didn’t know
living through the actual act
was the easy part
spider up her thigh in the dimly lit room
held down, stared down
embers of the abyss snap around her
My father sexually abused me.
When I got married,
I hyphenated my name.
No one questioned it at the time.
But in the middle of my parents’ late divorce,
everyone wants to know about names.
Nietzsche warned us not to look
long into the abyss, or it will look long
into us.
It was finally
his home until
abruptly
his mind flashed
all the times he had entered a
boy
i was depressed,
and i wanted
to take a
walk;
you said you'd join me—
didn't mean i wanted
netflix and chill,
it happened before words came
to tell me how to feel about it
newly connected neurons torn apart
or perverted—
forever firing blanks into the microbiological air
As a child
The lessons taught
Can bring a pain never thought.
The lessons on trust
And heartache
Sear the soul.