Brigid Faye, Reader

Memories Unbelieved:

I want to let it go

But I need to know

What happened.

I remember aliens.

I remember cryptids.

I remember spirits.

I remember rape.

All of these memories

Have the same

Quality to the tapes.

A dash of confusion and a gallon of fear

Never trusting that those near

Would ever hear

My memories.

But I need to know

If the unbelievable is true.

I’m going to go under

And get the truth that I am due.