You Promised It Wouldn’t Hurt

Little Suzy plays a game with her “uncle”

It’s a game he once told her wouldn’t hurt her

But when she shrieked from his forceful

entering her, he told her it wouldn’t last very long.

I know it hurts now, but soon it won’t hurt anymore.

His hot musty breath stroked the outer edges of her ear

while his fingers, covered in the grime of his sin,

forced their way inside of her. She yelled out again

and he took that grimy hand and used it to cover her

mouth. The breath escaped her as he forced his way

inside of her. It was a game they played over and over

again. Every game has a tag line, something repeated

to return you to the memory. Like Little Sally Walker

or Tag, you’re it. For Suzy and her uncle, it was

Scream again and I’ll kill your mother or

You know you like it; I can tell. Suzy is no longer

a little girl, but she can still feel her uncle’s musty breath

up against her ear. Her husband doesn’t understand,

thinks her rejection makes him less a man.

All Suzy can focus on is the words of the song

that she’s forced to hear again and again:

You know you like it; I can tell and

Scream again and I’ll kill your mother.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind