The Second It Takes To Shatter. by Dah

Only this reoccurrence

with spine-chilling threats

desecrated  

my sanctuary

If I were transparent

falling through glass

the second it takes

to shatter  

would be the abduction

numbing my childhood

my skin

my sanctum

Father, you were not looking

when

the old woman

grabbed my arm

I screamed. Blood

ran from my nose.

Father, her cold hands

her splintered eyes.

Father, take this memory

take it from me

before there’s another

before the old woman comes

again.

She is cunning.  

Father, I screamed.

My throat tightened  

Dah’s seventh poetry collection is Something Else’s Thoughts (Transcendent Zero Press)

and his poems have been published by editors from the US, UK, Ireland, Canada, Spain,

Singapore, Philippines, Poland, Australia, Africa, and India. He is a Pushcart Prize and 

Best Of The Net nominee and the lead editor of the poetry critique group, The Lounge. 

Dah lives in Berkeley, California, where he is working on his eighth book of poetry.

www.dahlusion.wordpress.com