peace in the neon

the unseen silent

 

my father's fingers into flesh

   spindly spider legs,

                        medieval

clasped around my jaw

   and further into cheeks.

the crushing sense of breathless

   but breath

                left unacknowledged.

 

it was my voice he wanted.

 

it was my charged-up challenge

      and youth in wisdom whispered.

to remove the mirror.

 

so, secrets under pseudonym

    dreamt i,

        aged nine

to make sense of all the senseless.

the give voice back to the voiceless.

 

what we hold unseen is silent.

    do not carry a reliance

        that presence

                 conveys

              nuance.

write words to make it meaning.

 

use your name.