Sexual assault, a worldly mistake, like a natural
disaster
Turns the mind into a glacier,
Rogue waves trapped beneath its impenetrable
belly,
Freezing me
The salt water that filled my mouth with pungency
And the sand stuffed inside my lungs,
Weighting me down from the inside,
Making it impossible to scream
Those were new senses I never asked to experience
and yet they flooded through the empty caverns of my mind constantly
Trauma was an ocean I was attempting to smooth
over with layers of ice
The waves never breaking at shore
The more I repressed the memories the further
into me my ocean pushed
and even when the sky cleared and the cataclysm
in my mind subsided
There was always an undercurrent
Gently reminding me that even if things seemed
calm
The danger to which I had averted my eyes was still
lurking
Glaciers are simply giant landscapes frozen in time
and in nature, that is beautiful
But in a human, it is just a prolonged torture
I guess I just have to wait for mine to melt
