Thanksgiving

I was five.

It was the night of my favorite holiday.

Our family went out for drinks,

You were kind enough to stay back and watch me.

I was having a blast:

Playing board games, eating sweats, and watching TV.

The next thing I knew,

You dragged me into the bedroom.

You tore our clothes off and threw me onto the bed.

Before I could question anything,

You were inside me.

I was years beyond my body's age of five.

It was the day after the holiday I now hated.

Our family was home,

We were all sitting around the table for breakfast.

I was in more pain than thought imaginable,

My forced smile disguised my sad and frightened eyes.

After eating, it was time for me to go home.

You gave me a hug that lasted too long,

In that moment, I knew you owned me.

As my parents stood around talking,

You looked at me and smiled.

Right then, I could see the devil living in your eyes.