her story

it is morning and the others are asleep.
well, that's what it seems to be.
clueless and confusion but secure.
is what she feels all at same time

it all starts with a game,
but it ends up in pain
9 years old, she was
when her childhood got detached from her.

he is in her bed
hands in between her legs
but it is all a game
that's what he said.

what's the name of the game
she began to question
he had no suggestion
other than just make her lay

still clueless, confused but secure.
the others wake up
and its all kicked to the curve
as if nothing had occurred.

on and on the days and game went
she still didn't comprehend.
he still had no response
other than: " this game is just for us"

he was the oldest of them all
the one the parents trusted
she was daddy's little doll
the one being hunted

she grew,
and she finally understood.
that what was STILL going on was no good.

confused and clueless but this time she's not secure

she began to cry at night
praying for it to stop
tryna find a way to dodge
this monster who she now
looked at with disgust.