Our couches created a narrow pathway after the door to wander through
Two people could not pass
But I never thought too much about it
As a child I could swing on the arms
Or passing the barrier would allow me to watch tv with my mum
But then you played a joke
And for months its all I thought about
When mum wasn't looking 'we' played games
You took out your lighter and cocked the flame
As the orange light grew you taunted me
Lighter to my waist you placed it centre stage
Between the sofa arms you dared me
'Step over it'
'Get over it'
'Its funny'
You laughed at me as I didn't know what to do
At seven I tried what story books told me to
Can't go around it, can't go over it, we'll have to go under it
As if I was going on a bear hunt
But I'd found the bear
It was dressed up like the wolf
Instead of old ladies clothes it was my mums boyfriends garments
When id try to get past, the fire would move
Near my thighs
Close to my nightie
Pastel pink and blue with an American college symbol in the chest almost burnt to a cinder
The ember was all my eyes could see
When we were alone it was all I could see
Mum didn't believe me
She still doesn't now
'You're an only child who couldn't take a joke'
'Teasing is good for you'
'That never happened don't be ridiculous'
Except it did happen
Over and over
Even now years later
You no longer roam this home
Decades have passed
The sofas have gone
But that gap remains
The void is still there
And every now and then
I wonder if a match will burn in that space
If a match will burn me
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Dog Collar
PoetryA collection of poetry. This ranges from love to abuse, nothing is pretty or perfect but wholeheartedly honest. This just a processing of life events that otherwise I couldn't explain.