Loony Bin

George stays with me now.
He holds me when I wake up crying;
he tells me everything’s going to be
okay.
Tucker holds me too,
but he doesn’t tell me things are okay;
he tries to get me to talk to him
about the memories;
I don’t want to talk about the memories,
I want to forget Daddy.

I tell George about how he was wrong,
my father did touch me;
he still thinks differently.

I don’t understand
how he could think that;
I remember it all,
he wasn’t there.

George is holding me,
comforting me.

“It’s okay baby,”
“it’s going to be okay.”

I don’t believe him,
but it still helps.

"Tell me about what happened.”
I groaned into Tucker’s chest.
Why did he have to come in?

“I can’t.”
I speak in a whisper.

“Please?”
“It’ll make you feel better.”

I don’t believe him,
but maybe it would help.

“daddy used to go on business trips”
“but he’d come home sometimes,”
“when he was supposed to be somewhere else.”
“I hated it when Daddy came home.”
“daddy stopped loving me as a daughter.”
“Daddy started loving me in a different way.”

Tucker nodded
but he already knew about my father,
he wants me to tell him about my
nightmares.

“I keep dreaming about the times Daddy would come home”
“he only stays for a little bit”
“then he’d leave again.”
“My mom was always at work when he came back”
“I was always helpless.”
“Daddy,”
“he would always smile in the most sickening way.”
“My pain made him happy;”
“he’d laugh when I begged him to stop.”

I started crying again.
Tucker held me
and told me everything was going to be
okay.