There are words that refuse to take shape.
Words about death
abuse, rape, murder.
Words about knowing
down here on the ground at the bottom of the world.
You will die and he will kill you.
No one can save you.
You’re not sure you want saving anyway.
About knowing that the man on top of you will be done
About not knowing when your next meal will come
or the next smack in the face.
About that pounding heart as you run
and never get away
About waking up under a blanket
of freshly fallen snow.
Your blood turns to ice
inside and out.
There are no words for that.
There are no words for never feeling safe
or the monsters that go bump in the night.
They are real.
Sometimes you are not.