his cheap aftershave lingering
onto my sleeve as i wipe the tears

right place wrong time

i seize the jacket off my body
my body.
my knuckles tense
i could feel the pain surfacing onto my arms
his hand prints

right place wrong time

i remember the gleam of triumph in his eyes
as he put his hands on my body
the tape suffocating my voice
and his menacing tone triggering thoughts of suicide

right place wrong time

i could still hear the gnashing of his teeth
desperate for my suffering
the blood dripped off the my fingers
dangling over the side of the bed
the door was sounded
it was my father.

right place wrong time

a wave of heat washed up from
underneath my skin
"hold on a minute"
my words stumbling out of my mouth
like someone else's
not mine.
my eyes met his high voltage stare


my face fell.

right place.. wrong time