the basic idea of this poem stuck in my head.
hope you don't mind - i borrowed it - different format and style and even point of view - so i guess it is sort of a variation - rather than strictly an imitaion. maybe that's an excuse. but you know what they say about the sincerest form of flattery.
anyway - i'll put it in a different post.
"the scariest thing about abuse of any shape or form, is, in my opinion, not the abuse itself, but that if it continues it can begin to feel commonplace and eventually acceptable."
- Alan Cumming, "Not My Father's Son"