Memories of Snow

Skeletons of Fear and The Sleeper Wakes

Skeletons of Fear

Out of the dust of my past rise,
skeletons
I thought long buried.

At the flash of a color,
or the whiff of a scent
memory betrays
and the rise.

Rise to surround me,
and push me back
from the heights I've achieved.

Again,
I'm a helpless child
pretending to be asleep,
as adult male hands
slip beneath the covers,
beneath my night clothes
to caress my maturing body.

Poet's Note: ▼

I wrote this in 145 B.E. While attempting to deal with memories of childhood sexual abuse.

The Sleeper Wakes

buried in deep memory
in a dark
forgotten room
sleeping
on a bed of rusted nails
the abomination
i conceived
when you
ravished my childhood
though you've been dead
uncounted years
sleeping with hell fire
the monstrosity you beget
awakens
to invalidate my worth

Poet's Note: ▼

I wrote this in Ilm 153 B.E. Still attempting to deal with the sexual abuse.