It did not happen
I am seven years old.
My brother is ten.
The beating was brutal.
My brother is recovering consciousness
I believed he was dead.
My father made us watch,
as he threw him off the wall.
Quick!
Do what is necessary in my head
to forget.
Here and now.
The best way is to
pretend it didn’t happen.
I must not speak of it.
No-one must say anything.
It did not happen.
It did not happen.
Not just pretend;
but change the memory itself
Bury whatever is left of it.
Here and now.
It did not happen.
