My eyes open to inner
You believe there are no more words to say.
I watch you stand back
with small hands unbraiding hair,
staring out with little girl eyes.
He walks around you, cold,
blond hair spiked, ready for attack.
There is a shrinking away, denial.
Where did he go?
Abuse found an unlikely
as his nostrils chased lines of hate;
a friendship abandoned in a surreal world.
You want only to walk on, save yourself
from slashing words, stealth fingers.
In the middle I can no
longer stride water,
watch for waves, wait until the land smoothes out.
From somewhere inside I need to say to him,
“It’s not ok.”
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