Saddle

I was only twelve & he only ten.
That is when the static started within.

I was fourteen & they were mostly men.
That is when the noise became loud again.

Seventeen; he tried forcing himself in.
Here, the hollows commence howling their din.

I’m twenty one; he put drugs in my gin.
It bade the tortured acoustics begin.

Twenty nine, dosed & filmed in basement den.
Memory blank; so a scream coloured it in.

Thirty one, worn & diagnosed with sin.
I know I’ve lived because life broke me in.