An odd place
to give space
to something
I never want(ed)
to speak of -
to think of -
to be.
But it's small here
So maybe not as
Daunting
to give words to the
Haunting
Happening (12 + 24 = ?)
What do I know of
This - anything?
Can I think less?
Deny more?
But that's what
She wanted
Wasn't it?
(It doesn't hurt.)
How would she know
Peek now into my soul
This thing is alive -
The memory's in me
I am worth this (everything)
Processing
Because what happened to me
Is not
Nothing.