His name
was Carl.
A bear of
a man
Who
possessed a
Jolly
laugh that
Vibrated
throughout
A room.
His name
was Carl.
Whenever
he saw me,
He would
smile,
The kind
of smile
That lit
up the room
And the
dark corners
Of my
life.
His name
was Carl.
He would
laugh
At my
jokes,
No one
laughed
When I
told jokes,
Not even
my parents
But he
did.
His name
was Carl.
We would
play together,
Tossing a
ball around,
Building
and destroying
Things. I
told him
My secrets
as I had
No one
else to tell.
His name
was Carl.
He was
thirty and
I was ten
and yet
I never
thought that
Anything
was wrong.
He was my
friend,
My only friend.
His name
was Carl.
One day,
our friendship
Took an
unexpected turn.
He made
requests that
Made me
uncomfortable
But he's
my friend so
I did what
he requested.
His name
was Carl.
He would
watch me
Play with
toys he bought me.
He
insisted I played naked.
It was
only a matter
Of time
before
He touched
my bare skin.
His name
was Carl.
Eventually,
he did more
Than
touch, his big hands
Groping
and pawing at
My
pre-pubescent body.
I prayed
for someone to notice,
For
someone to say
That this
was wrong.
His name
was Carl.
He would
appear
At my
school,
At my
house,
Waiting to
whisk me
Away to
his hidden places
And I
wondered if anyone
Noticed.
His name
was Carl.
No one
noticed,
No one
followed,
No one
said that
This was
wrong,
No one
came to save me,
So I
decided
To save
myself.
His name
was Carl.
Was not
is,
Never will
it be is
And all
you need
To know is
His name
was Carl.
3 comments:
Wow. I loved the way this built up details and tension until the change of perspective at the end. Masterful!
I bow low to your superior talent, Mosk
I said it on FB and I'll say it here. YOU are a MASTER storyteller.... LOVE IT!
ugh...stomach turning in its reality...the repetition of his name was carl as well becomes haunting the further you read....
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