I am seven years old.
My brother is ten.
The beating was brutal.
My brother is recovering consciousness.
I believed he was dead.
My father made us watch,
as he threw him off the wall.
Quick !
Do what is necessary in my head
to forget.
Here and now.
The best way is to
pretend it didn't happen.
I must not speak of it.
No-one must say anything.
It did not happen.
It did not happen.
Not just pretend;
but change the memory itself
Bury whatever is left of it.
Here and now.
It did not happen.
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