For years I’ve had dreams, nightmares really, of my house being on fire. Perhaps this is one way my mind processes my childhood abuse.
Fire and Rape
The house caught fire,
he raped me.
The fire started in my room,
i was raped inside.
No one tried to stop the fire,
no one attempted to stop the rape.
The fire burned inside. The outside looked fine,
people assumed “he’s OK.”
The fire department came. They didn’t even try,
adults acted without responsibility.
The roofed caved in.