She came home at five years old and said with a smile “I touched a penis.” This was like lighting a match and there were only two options. The flame dies out, the incident is forgotten on a whisp of smoke, or. Or. The match flares to a flame. Becomes an inferno of hell to come.
TruthDareConsequencesPromiseOrRepeat. I chose Dare. I just like taking dares with Yes. Sent her to her room without explanation. Where did I go wrong? My Fault for years to come. Come on baby, light my fire.
She had her first older man at eight. Fire on the Mountain. Couldn’t understand why he didn’t treat her differently. Wasn’t she special (so special, he would whisper) because of the things she let him do. Let him do to her? “IWLLBGNTLE” spelled out in Scrabble pieces. No wonder she won’t play the game. She wondered if anyone of importance would ever noticed. She was certainly teased enough about it by those who mattered less. Who would say anything? Definitely not her. Where did she go wrong. Her fault for years to come.
Virginity lost at 13. I pretended to be asleep. What’s the sense of interupting when she wants it that way? Expects it that way? A walking, talking, breathing, lying (down) slut. Talk is cheap but actions are rich – they rule the game played out. She walked away. I turned my face away from his pain. Where did he go wrong? His fault to fall in love. His fault for years to come.
They caught up to her in September. Payback’s a bitch and she felt she earned it, deserved it even. Larry, Curly & Moe. Where did you go? The taste of gin, sour on your lips. The lead of Led, heavy in your ears. She’s not here. But I am.
Her fault for years to come.
~*LunaSea*~ 
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Sorry – purging dreams again.
I strongly believe that purging helps us heal. Once the thoughts, memories, dreams, fears, etc are said out loud (or in writing, as the case may be), the hold they have on you starts to lose its strength … and you regain your strength in return. So purge it out kid!
ruby always knows what to say 🙂
I have joked that I have wanted to call Ruby “Sage” instead, but since the name Ruby Tues came to me in a dream I think I have to stick with it. 😉 Listen to the wise one!
All good names seem to come out of dreams … that is where N&Z came from 🙂
I never knew that! How cool
This blog has created a weird firestorm in my life so I wanted to add a comment to my readers (for any future issues). This is a combination of different people. I am not the sole story here. While I’m in there somewhere I’m not everywhere. Thanks.