to my abuser

I wish upon you the most intrusive thoughts of guilt

only as often as I am thrusted back into the pain

10 years away from you yet still you live in the

slums of my memories. As much as I try to lock you up

you always remain in control. intruder.

when the alarm sounds you never hear it

though I wish it immobilized you like it does to me.

nowadays you look up new species of birds to follow

while I remain broken in your tiny supply closet,

discarded and forgotten, digging deeper the hole

in which you’ve forced me to hide

mark my words, I will reclaim control.