He
He drugged her and got her drunk
He did things to her she’ll never forget
I wonder if he’d regret it if he could fathom the depths of the wound he inflicted so easily
She
She started to cut herself to release the pain
She smoked, swallowed and sniffed but could never escape for long enough
Does he ever think back to that night and wonder how she must have felt to be violated
Does he ever imagine the horrors rippling through her body still?
Does he see the selfishness and the cruelty of his actions?
She overdosed last month
She was revived in time
She is still alive
Tears flow from her eyes
She comes to me for relief
I hold space for her grief
I cannot undo the wound or the crisis which ensued
I can only offer a new way for her to view her pain today
The struggle is real
She will feel how she feels
But in harming herself she only perpetuates his actions against her
Together we form a plan that will allow her wound to heal
Sage Burner Poetry 