faint

the room narrows
familiar scent
wafts in
no one notices
slipping me relief from
horror. his cavity
beyond belief. i let

him down. i failed
motherhood. a sworn
protector, my child
forgive. smelling
guilt, release me
from fear. A pleasing
fragrance, lightness

lifts sweet dreams.
I woke up
a different room
a dentist’s chair
a strangeness loomed
with judging stares,
feeble concern offered.

I was guilty.

Memoir Poetry

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