The Moon Shone

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If only the window would break
so I could fall away
from this midnight distress
of heavy breathing
laden with bourbon

If only I was not petrified
of what could
happen next
of what might
be my agony

If only this man
kept his hands
and his mutterings
of his wife’s failings
to himself

If only I was bigger
stronger
less frightened
when his hand clamped
down on me so hard

If only I was older
and knew what to do
beyond shaking
smiling glazed
and going numb

If only the moon
didn’t highlight
the deed
whitewash the evil
occurring below

If only the moon could save me

Innocence Damaged

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Fear, shame, and guilt packed onto the frail frames of children.

Bruises are the accessories of their souls.

Innocence wiped from the faces of angels.

Harshness becomes the norm, thriving isn’t an option.

At least not for a while, more likely much longer.

Tasting freedom with the coming of age, finally.

But darkness from the past continues to weigh heavy.

Their existence tainted still.

Mental anguish persists from pain doled out by monsters of the past.

Fear, shame, and guilt still trapped deep.

Intensely alone with their damaging construct.

It’s still survival mode.