reluctant witness

…a Penn State graduate assistant who was then 28 years old, entered the locker room at the Lasch Football Building on the University park Campus on a Friday night before the beginning of Spring Break. It was about 9:30 PM. …he was surprised to find the lights and showers on.*

He heard rhythmic
slapping sounds
saw bare skinned man

naked ten-year old boy
hands held high, up
against the wall, held

against his will. No
horse-play, no child’s
play, a crime

that he saw.



About Sarah Cosgrove

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5 Responses to reluctant witness

  1. Nice job Sarah. This whole issue sickens and angers me to no end.

    • sa cosgrove says:

      Thanks, Karen. I know. I relate.
      Cried myself to sleep Saturday night. I finally printed the transcript. About 21 pages. I have only been able to read 3 pages. I get so upset and angry when I see the lies and deception from the so called authority figures involved. so icky. now that’s a name for a poem about abuse. icky.
      peace to you and yours.

  2. Very well written, but, the whole thing is sickening…

  3. Jose Angel Ssantana says:

    thank you. powerful.

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