“what about incest ?
do the children tell ?
how do people find out ?
the children don’t understand that it’s not ok”
his words faded into a blur
“and it feels good
this is just something i do
they don’t know to tell”
i felt a tear roll slowly down my cheek
surprised because i did not feel
the rush of emotion that comes most often with crying
it was that suppressed.
i tried to answer his questions
nothing was wrong
and i tried to wipe away the tear
but he who had seen many faces like mine go blank
and bodies freeze and words fall away
noticed my finger slide under my glasses
upon my lower eye socket
he saw the hurt i tried to wipe away
and he witnessed the part of me that had been stolen
allowing me to fully accept
this part of me