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Loony Bin
Forty One
“Ivan asked for you to go over to his house again.”
My eyes are wide as I look up
at my mother,
fear and tears behind them.
(sweetie)
“I don’t––”
“I don’t want to go.”
She takes a stern breath.
She’s annoyed with me again.
“And why not?”
“He’s scary.”
She sighs
and fakes sympathy in her eyes.
“Oh honey;”
“he’s not scary,”
“you just aren’t used to him.”
“No, mother”
“he truly scares me.”
(sweetie)
She takes a stern breath.
She’s annoyed with me again.
“Well I don’t care if you’re scared of him.”
“You’re going to his house and that’s final.”
~*~*~*~
I stand in front
of the perfectly blue door,
cringing at the sight
and the thought of
that man again.
Before I could knock
the door opens
as if he senses me.
His grin surfaces;
twisted and sadistic
and just as disgusting
as before.
“Come on in”
“Sweetie”
I whimper as I walk inside
tears threatening to fall;
I know my fate is sealed.
Disgusting arms wrap
around my waist,
squeezing me to show me
who I belong to.
“You’re mine”
“you hear me?”
I let out a sob.
“Now;”
“who’s your Daddy?”
“Mr. Johnson sir.”
He doesn’t like that.
He doesn’t like that one bit.
“No.”
“I’m your Daddy!”
His hands are squeezing
and they’re groping
and they’re feeling me in
every way that he can.
“Please stop.”
I’m ignored.
His hands travel down
under my shirt
then into my pants
then into his pants.
I’m bent over,
my hands pressed to the wall
and he’s behind me.
I scream out as he enters,
searing hot pain travels through me
and I know blood is pouring down
my thighs.
He’s not gentle in the slightest.
“Who’s your Daddy?”
“Mr. Johnson sir.”
“No.”
“I’m your Daddy.”
His nails dig into my skin,
searing hot pain travels through me
and I know there’s blood pouring down
my stomach.
“Who’s your Daddy?”
“Mr. Johnson sir.”
“No.”
“I’m your Daddy.”
He bashes my head into the wall,
searing hot pain travels through me
and I know there’s blood pouring down
my face.
“Who’s your Daddy?”
My whimpers and cries grow
and I just want the pain to stop.
“You sir;”
“you’re my Daddy.”
My eyes are wide as I look up
at my mother,
fear and tears behind them.
(sweetie)
“I don’t––”
“I don’t want to go.”
She takes a stern breath.
She’s annoyed with me again.
“And why not?”
“He’s scary.”
She sighs
and fakes sympathy in her eyes.
“Oh honey;”
“he’s not scary,”
“you just aren’t used to him.”
“No, mother”
“he truly scares me.”
(sweetie)
She takes a stern breath.
She’s annoyed with me again.
“Well I don’t care if you’re scared of him.”
“You’re going to his house and that’s final.”
~*~*~*~
I stand in front
of the perfectly blue door,
cringing at the sight
and the thought of
that man again.
Before I could knock
the door opens
as if he senses me.
His grin surfaces;
twisted and sadistic
and just as disgusting
as before.
“Come on in”
“Sweetie”
I whimper as I walk inside
tears threatening to fall;
I know my fate is sealed.
Disgusting arms wrap
around my waist,
squeezing me to show me
who I belong to.
“You’re mine”
“you hear me?”
I let out a sob.
“Now;”
“who’s your Daddy?”
“Mr. Johnson sir.”
He doesn’t like that.
He doesn’t like that one bit.
“No.”
“I’m your Daddy!”
His hands are squeezing
and they’re groping
and they’re feeling me in
every way that he can.
“Please stop.”
I’m ignored.
His hands travel down
under my shirt
then into my pants
then into his pants.
I’m bent over,
my hands pressed to the wall
and he’s behind me.
I scream out as he enters,
searing hot pain travels through me
and I know blood is pouring down
my thighs.
He’s not gentle in the slightest.
“Who’s your Daddy?”
“Mr. Johnson sir.”
“No.”
“I’m your Daddy.”
His nails dig into my skin,
searing hot pain travels through me
and I know there’s blood pouring down
my stomach.
“Who’s your Daddy?”
“Mr. Johnson sir.”
“No.”
“I’m your Daddy.”
He bashes my head into the wall,
searing hot pain travels through me
and I know there’s blood pouring down
my face.
“Who’s your Daddy?”
My whimpers and cries grow
and I just want the pain to stop.
“You sir;”
“you’re my Daddy.”
♠ ♠ ♠
I don't know. I think my writing has gotten worse.