Holy Monsters

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

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