Monsters
They hurt you
And call it love
They whisper it’s okay
It stays between us.
They touch you in places
They’re not supposed to
And tell a young child
What they need to do
A hand between your legs
And one over your mouth
Warnings foretold
If you should shout
The creek of a door
As its silently closed
Your mind screaming out
How can nobody know?
Your hands bound by stockings
Your legs kicking the air
Screaming for daddy
But he no longer lives here
To this day your heart stops
At the sound of a zipper
You learned to cry silently
Keep your voice at a whisper
You fall prey to these monsters
Becoming their victim
You search your body for signs
On how they pick them.
You try to cut it out
Try to let it go
Alone in your bedroom
You watch the blood flow.
The cuts weren’t deep enough
You somehow survived
They say that you’re lucky
To still be alive.
I can honestly say
That I wouldn’t be
If from that moment on
All eyes weren’t on me.
I was labeled suicidal depressive
From that moment on
A little girl fucked up
There was nothing wrong.
They tell you they love you
You are the chosen one
A solitary confinement
Of what love has done.
There are two traumas
That I have shared
Are they lesser infractions
Than the other two I’ve never dared
To utter a sound
Or speak of the truth
Because people like to say
“You’re not what happened to you”
So the other horrors
I’ll never impart
They are my own private hell
Buried deep in my heart.
There they’ll forever
Be my burden alone
I’ll protect those I love
From the nightmares I’ve known.
Monsters don’t hide
Under your bed
They hold you hostage forever
Inside your own head.