He was unsure about her troubles,

He ran up his daughter’s walls crashing into redundancy and expectations,

No discoveries nor new news,

Simply journal entries about boys and school.

He ransacked her comfort zone, piercing her resistances to speak,

And once she did, she choked,


She choked on the words that the monster said,

While remembering him crouching over her as she bled,

On her bed,

Demonic episodes of rape play back in her head,

And spill from her mouth,

Her father holds her shoulders as she beings to shout,

Father mumbles “Let it out, let it out”

As if she could keep it in,

Troubles invisible and unseen,

She just turned fifteen,

Her father thinks of it obscene,

She thinks of her unclean,

He tells her she is thinking silly,

She told him uncle was always touchy feely,

A characteristic she’ll now forever hate,

Father beyond irate,

Rushes to his room,

Under the bed,

Grab his safe,

Inputs his code off from the top of his head,

Grabs his gun,

He wants him dead,

Daughter chases after him screaming “we could just report him instead”,

Father wants him dead,

He runs from the house,

To the car,

Opens the door,

Gets in, ignition, presses the pedal to the floor,

Minutes pass, four,

He opens the door,

Runs to uncle’s house bashes on the door,

It opens, no words, 3 shots the neighbors heard,

Uncle soaked with tears,

He fears…

What God may edict,

Death comes slow, reckoning comes quick,

He fades away, father drives home,

Goes to his daughter and tells her her worries are gone.


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