I often think.

The terror started when I heard him half whisper “Oi, Jew boy, get over here.” my heart stopped momentarily and then rapidly thumped in my chest, I crawled along my bed towards his bed; I had to avoid the floor as he had opened the sash window at the bottom and he told me a Fox could easily climb into the bedroom and hide under any of the beds in the room. They did that so they could pounce on their prey. I looked up at the Bat clinging to the window waiting to come in and bite me. I hopped and jumped across to his bed just in case the Fox could get me by the leg or foot and bite me and climbed into his bed. I lay with my back towards his chest curled into a foetal ball. He tugged my legs downwards so I had to lay flat on my side and pulled me closer into his chest. He put his fingers up his anus so that they smelt of faeces. Then he put his faeces smelling fingers up my nose and rubbed them around my nose and face. He put his arm tightly around my neck and locked me into a headlock.

Oft My Words Oft my words come halting forth And in my mind they play Oft my words come halting forth And in my heart they stay Oft my words come halting forth And in my pen they stay Oft my words come halting forth And on my tongue they play Oft my words come halting forth And in a moment of hesitation they decay Oft my words come halting forth In need of better invention to display Oft my words come halting forth And then are sometimes written to die and decay.