On the couch I sit,
a man enters and settles next to me.
I’ve seen him before shooting up with my mother.
Mother in a deep sleep while he, wide awake.
A kind sir to me,
my mouth unopened, unable to speak.
His leg caresses mine
I'm 8 years old.
He directs me to his lap,
I reluctantly follow.
Buried doubt, my clutched hand on his upright.
He liberates my hand, leaving it unassisted.
Overheating in turmoil,
what is happening?
He races, while I continue in slow-mo.
Fixated by the aged wooden floor,
the only place I look.
He’s done this to me before.
Time is misplaced as I black out.
Disconnected, in this unstained location.
Pitch black, I stand detached in blankness.
I open my eyes, alone on the couch
Confused.
What day is it?
What happened?
A bad dream?
I go to my bed, where I fall to pieces. My blankets rise covering up my shivering corpse.
Frightened to shut my eyes and see darkness once more.

© Jl 2015