I cry for you in those moments
when I feel your despair (my lost child),
in those moments
when fear overtakes,
overruns,
overrides
thinking--
when memories burst
through dams and walls
carefully constructed.
(I have had years of practice)
Panicked,
on fire--
flee
the death that waits
in the darkened corner
of your reptilian smile.
(You did this to me—to her)
And the pity,
the real pity--
You don’t know--
Can’t understand---
That I
(and she)
will pay forever
for your sin.
I cry for me.
copyright/all rights reserved AudreyHowitt 2012