red wagon 3


red wagon 3

Johnny saw my wagon

He took a stick

And ran it along the side

With the red paint

I had just painted

Johnny knew that

But Johnny didn’t care.


Johnny wanted my cookie

The teacher gave me it

Because I was a good girl

He told me I was pretty

Just like the sky that day

When I looked to see

He took my treat

It was raining that day.

Johnny laughed.


Johnny took my answers

The test wasn’t that important

He leaned over

The teacher never saw

But I knew so I wrote all of them wrong

He didn’t know

He still doesn’t know

He thinks I’m just stupid.

But when he took them next

I knew it wasn’t the test he was looking at.

Johnny leered.


Johnny stole my purse

And my little fur coat

Another boy took me to the dance

So Johnny dumped fruit punch in his lap

And dragged me into the gym

He smiled

It was a nice smile

So I danced with him

But I still don’t think the Johnny’s hands should be that low

Johnny said it was okay

Even when the teacher kicked him out.

Johnny never gave back my purse or my coat.


Johnny saw my brand new dress

And followed me home after school

He wanted to show me something

In the alley

But I didn’t get to see much

Before it went in

I cried and bled

And Johnny said he loved me.

Johnny didn’t mean it.

Johnny didn’t care.


He bought me a new wagon the next day.



The PTSDiaries:


-Kelsey J.

Hymns for the Bastards: Four.


And when I trigger I want to remember this feeling

So that I can duplicate it

Call it reliability

Carve it out into your back by exact inches

This is the Stanford standard

Nothing personal, it’s all for the

Ecological validity.


*writer’s notes: can you tell I’m a psychology major?

I, Monster: Those who seek vengeance


I am leftover,

Yesterday’s love sent to

Sleep under the ground

Tomorrow I come for you

Justice made ethereal.


The wind blew stronger

Baby out with the bathwater,

The body out with haste.

From lantern’s light she calls

But he never answered why.


Poisoned earth seeps through

Under her dress and under

Matrimony mattress.

My death is beautiful

My return restless sadness

“I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.”
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein