I tried to report it.

Afterward - I buzzed off my hair
so I would be harder to catch

I burned myself with cigarettes
which never left scars.

Instead, on the bridge of my wrist
there is a pucker of tissue

Where I burned myself on accident
Pulling food out of the oven
for a man.

I walked with an open knife
Up my sleeve

Once, it saved me from
A man in a white pick-up truck

I snarled,

“Stay the Fuck away from me.”
And gathered the knife in my fist.

He backed off immediately
Because he could see
How I could just kill a man.

I didn’t know it then,
But the sexual assault
that left me disabled,
was merely The Middle.

The end came yesterday,
when I realized I wasn’t afraid
all the time, anymore.