In This Black of Your Night

In this black

of

your night.

I touch you,

I smell you;

I feel your hot

breath on my cheek

when you whisper

that I am evil

that God watches

that I will surely

go

to Hell

for what you’ve

done.

I remember

and I forget

Why I’m wicked

Why I’m frightened

Why I bleed in pain.

So I lay here,

in this darkness,

in this fear,

in this black

of

your night.

First posted 10/2015

(C) Rob Goldstein 2015-2018 All Rights Reserved


 

 

 

 

This Thing that Happened

this thing that happened
that I can’t undo
that makes
me feel dirty and wounded

and this pain

and this grief

and this wish

to forget

to make
it go

away

so I can

feel

worthy

of

love.

Rob Goldstein (c) 2017 All Rights Reserved

Peter: You Look Like an Angel

Trigger warning: this poem is about the sexual abuse of a child.

Hands lurk in the walls they

wait till Peter’s asleep then
jump him and strip him

bare.

They say he looks like an angel
these hands that stroke his skin,
his hair, make his dick tingle:
get hard, these hands, they
say the Angel Gabriel’s dick

gets hard

too.

Peter closes his eyes and cries with
the other angels:

all of them naked and erect and waiting
for God to stop touching them.

Virtual Reality photograph of a child avatar sitting in an oversized chair with blood on his pajamas and a bruised eye with the caption Child Abuse Lasts Forever
Regarding Roy Moore

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved