Time Machine

A Poem About Being an Adult Survivor of Molestation

Kylyssa Shay
Sometimes I forget
that I'm not fine.
Then living reminds me
otherwise -
the stink of Vaseline,
the feel of sticky vinyl seats
and suddenly...I'm six years old
choking on snot and vomit
with a cock in my mouth.
It's been thirty odd yearsbut he invented time travel
with grabbing,
sweaty hands
and my torn lace tights
crumpled dirty on the floor.
The wrong thought
and I am back
in his time machine,
small and helpless
once again

Published by Kylyssa Shay

Kylyssa Shay spent 18 years as a professional floral designer and has aquacultured marine life for fun and profit. Ms. Shay is a freelance writer, an atheist and an avid life-long learner with unusual life e...  View profile

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  • Leveling Truth5/3/2008

    Some things transcend time. "Do not give up."

    "...A man reaps what he sows. The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction...Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Galatians 6:7-9

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