CW: Sexual abuse
I listen to a survivor of incest
telling an interviewer about how
there were days when we would
sit as a family for a TV dinner,
a plate of sausage, egg and chips
on our laps, watching Top of the Pops
as if we had not a care in the world.
Sometimes, a few peas rolled
off my plate onto the floor.
I would scoop them up and
put them in the bin.
Our delusions of normality,
our figments for the outside world.
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