his hateful words
fly into my face
the froth of rage and ravagement
cover my being
i’ll not forget the date soon
all exposed with my dress up
this change from innocent to damaged goods
it hardens my soul
as a white trail of semen
rolls down my leg
this sunday he’d preached love
but i could only feel and say hateful things
in the rectory late in the day
my parents writhing in agony
me, cold and still afraid