A.N. I’m doing a stint in paediatric mental health trauma, which is where all of -these are coming from.
I see him there
wrapped inside himself as if he could
but wait watch listen
he is speaking
did you miss it?
He won’t look at me.
He tells me names.
He starts crying after Jim. And I do too.
Nobody will ever know
but the scars are there
just like a knife carved them out
Do you even know what you’ve done?