and i was eight or nine
when the door
was ripped from it's hinges
when the dead breathing care giver
lept and crept and wept
and had his way with me
i'll be true to the left over days
the ones that made me
that day my next door neighbor raped me
and father was full of business and busyness
with work and carrying on
and mother was doting on sitcoms and cocktails
with appointments and appearances
so with my parents so invested in themselves
it was an easy day
to be taken apart
broken limb by broken limb
tied up with my mother's bra
beaten until i could no longer fight
i was limp and numb
barely anything at all
that is what they wanted
that is what my neighbor did
when he crawled through my window
that night.
