Memories marred by the attempts to delete
them,
She doesn’t know what really happened anymore.
The Incident becomes incidents become “it happens all the
time.”
Now all she knows
Is that it happens all the time.
Denial becomes excuses becomes I’m sorry's and
“What do you want me to do?”
It’s too late. She’s already afraid.
Afraid to be pitied,
She clutches her teddy bear,
swallows her tears
And allows them to read her a story.
not mine but
i love this
