I remember, damn you, I remember
You stripped away my innocence
My 3 year old light was extinguished
You marked me with the scent of easy – easy prey.
Others were delighted to find the sign: Dine often, silence guaranteed.
How do I bathe enough to rid myself of that odor?
Unconsciously I have been striving to be better than easy
Perfection = Less Detection
My small, fragile body was used to bring empty relief to your pain, your anger, your rage.
You kept searching for liberation, release
I was not that savior for you
How many did you damage in your search? How many?
You did not know how to stop and I don’t know how you could have ever started.
You had a choice, many choices, and you chose to perpetuate your pain.
I loved you, trusted you – as your title mandated.
Grandpa, I remember now – I remember that you raped me over and over and over.
Maybe death is your savior, your release. Or maybe it is your Hell.