Victim Statement

You robbed me blind
Scratched out my eyes
Detached your crimes
And still
You cried 

I sympathized, as
Riddles blame rhymes 
A wrinkle in time
I didn’t know 
What was mine 

Your tears made it worse
Hot sears, sacred curse
Us sharing a pair of 
Blood red 
Threadbare shirts 

I left mine tucked away
In a life plucked from gray 
But I think of yours fading 
Every time my mind strays 

And I remember the weather 
Before our eyes were untethered 
And I know that I’ll never 
Have that capacity, ever 

Yes, I revisit the itchiness
And the staunch scent of stickiness 
To relive pre-ambiguous 
Moments, made meaningless 

Because you stole away innocence 
With a mask of benevolence 
And I’ll extol my own wickedness 

Dry your tears
Leave no evidence

© Rachel Nasatka. All rights reserved. You can’t have her she’s mine.