JPC-Rdd
You offered me gold pots
even diamonds for my tears
fame, and great fortune.
Sorry I missed the mark.
My ET I need a UFO to fly by
I touch you in thought.
Lala Sassy Coco treasures
blooms of my womb
dearest of all loves
of my life, I adore you
Jeffrey A, John C
sons in law
J,Hamrin RIP 2015
Bradly D and family.
I am glad you came along
great among Kings you
I am crying over you..
I dedicate my tears.
to all who flew in n out
my sky in well being
My Jane Hilton May
To poets loyal and real.
Moi Paul P, Willow
Thanks ever more.
for your comments.
~~~~~
Karijinbba

SA Trigger Warning*

I can still remember the couch.
The way I cried in my friend's arms when I thought of that couch.
Pinned down.
Abused.
Forcefully used.
On the couch.

Couch.

I still remember going into my apartment alone after.
The way my body shaked for nights spent crying in my bed after.
At my friend's apartment after.
In the hospital after.
Years after.

After.

They say the mind can forget sometimes,
but what always remembers the trauma is the body.
The one that kicked and fought off the body.
The one that layed under the body.
The violated body.
The tortured body.
The unsafe body.

The Body

After

The Couch...

was never the same.
Not for me to blame.

I know that now.

An autistic boy,
In search of his existence,
Fighting life alone...