Childhood
Childhood
Your eyes feed off my body with glee, your scent lingers on my clothes crushing any trace of love that was shown, your lust destroys all love and you want nothing more than my body, your breathe stinks of coveting, smothering my untouched honey. Holding me now, you feel so warm, I adore the affection to be held in someone’s arms, to be loved. A smiles blesses my face, but then you start at my clothes, the ones beneath made of lace. Your hands slither up my legs to my thighs going higher, your eyes greedy with desire. What are you doing? I look in your eyes and see greed, your hands turn rough and your temple angers, my limbs fight back but are brittle in attack as you consume meand intrude. I keep battling but there is nothing I can do, hes done his deed, I flinch in disguset, his nails digging in my once innocent skin, my heart scroched by this treacherous sin. I cry in vain to this one who had bleed me of trust but who now slobbers all over my bust. I hate him, I loathe him, this was not my time, how could he does this to me, I’m only nine. I tried to fight back but I was weak and small but he will not get away I thought, I will make him fall. So I grabbed the ash tray, there on the desk and struck him so hard I broke his flesh. He tumbled to the side and I made my flee and that, officer, is why I killed my daddy.