i do not know you
or where or how to begin
all i know is that you hurt her
and she hurt me
she still hurts me
i want to hate you
but i am from you
so i wait here
at the edge of terror’s torment
tending to wounds i do not yet understand
scars from a man who I will never get the chance
to ask: who hurt you?
a man who burned the spark out of a small child’s eyes
because he was not brave enough
to be loved
