Rats Squeak

Running from my past
I trip
Fall down the rabbit hole
Bruised bloody
In the dark
Questions I thought I'd buried
Come back to life
Where were you?
Not saving me
In that basement
In the woods behind the church
In our basement
Not seeing me
As I stood motionless
Not breathing
His arm around me
Those long fingers mapping out my body
In the pauses between glances
You didn't hear my whispered screams
Drowned-out by the echoes
Of his halo
Squeaking
He still squeaks
Do you hear it?