I was raped by two men when I was four years old. How do you think I feel about your post?
That is awful. Where were your parents?
THE STALKING ROOM
(A true story I was unable to write for many years)
A bedroom in a small house,
built before the Great Depression,
holds memories still stalking its victim
into her old age.
Spasms of nausea
interrupt browsing through antique shops,
stocked with pewter hand-mirrors,
polished mahogany dressers,
and yellowed linen table runners
edged with frayed tatting.
An innocent glance with a inward eye
at a faded wedding-ring patterned quilt
hanging on the wall
causes sweat to run down her ashen cheeks.
Her heart pounds in her chest
as memories flood through her veins.
She cannot escape the diary of her mind,
preserving forever the unspeakable acts
of two nineteen year-old men
who lifted the smiling, trusting four-year old
from her crib in her parent's bedroom
on to the wedding-ring quilt covering the bed.
The men disappeared,
but the memories of that room do not fade.
They stalk her still
in unexpected places,
at unexpected times,
in still unexpected ways.