... is for bottles,
Littering the floor,
Seeping black liquid,
Begging for more,
Sleep children sleep,
Don't mind the noises,
They're only dreams,
Of tortured voices,
Momma's gone out,
Daddy's still here,
A wide drunken grin,
I always fear,
He tells me come closer,
Who is this person?
Foul sickly breath,
Rotten gums,
He calls me Kate,
The one he used to love,
One step forward,
The floor creaks with distress,
A tear leaks through,
I am yours,
The words burn my throat,
He makes me do this,
It won't hurt,
I try calming myself,
As he leads me upstairs,
I'll save you for dessert,
I won't become a victim
of his affairs
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First comes A
PoetrySome light some dark, thoughts turned shards. Delightful poetry written as alphabet cards.
