You tell yourself everyday that today is the last day.
Today shall be the last day mother lays a hand on you.
But it's not
It's an on-going tradition for her to lay her filthy hands upon your innocent skin.
It's as if her skin craves the satisfaction of flesh on flesh.
The satisfaction only she receives when her skin hits yours raw.
CZYTASZ
Innocence
Krótkie OpowiadaniaThe innocent can be corrupted brutally, there's many kinds of innocence, as well as many kinds of corruption