Status: This is a verse novel. Warning: Involves abuse.

Invisible

Oh god, no

It’s Sport class.
I’ve fallen over.

I’m staring.
He’s beside me,
his feet near
my eyes.

He’s wearing ankle socks.


My breath catches
and then
I’m breathing too hard.
Shallow breaths
leave my throat quickly.
There’s a scar there
in the shape
of a face.

I thought
he would’ve
covered
it up
properly.


I remember,
remember,
remember.
My father –
that little boy –
same age as me –
what happened.

My father,
before the rest of it started,
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII– the raping –
he carved a smiley face
into the little boy’s ankle.
Snarling that this way,
he’ll always remember
what happened.
Evan is that little boy.

The only other person – that I know of –
outside my family
who knows what my father is
IIIIIIIIIcapable of.