His Room My Prison

I saw the house, bare bereft only THAT room left. Gone are my books gone is my bed but the rape stays the same. All of the cruel games I, unknowingly, played. Younger siblings' and friend's pleading eyes, make him stop! I'm so sorry I can't help, or else it will only be me instead of you. Pink walls where I drew in pencil but the crimes cannot be erased. Standing naked on display no hair yet upon my trembling body. He's pointing out my personal anatomy as if he's some teacher. Please, just let them go! After learning of Hitler and the Jews, I drew their star hoping he'd be tortured too. Sixteen years later, and still in my mind that accursed room is always the same.