BEFORE YOU WALK OUT THE DOOR


BEFORE YOU WALK OUT THE DOOR

 On quivering legs,

she reaches the door,

frantic to escape,

the man that snores,

she stretches up,

trying so hard,

for those few inches more,

between her legs,

an aching bleeding sore,

she peeks over the windowsill,

to her picture perfect home,

 next door,

desperate for that familiar,

engine roar,

yearning for the voice,

that will restore her world,

 once more,

until the next time,

her mummy needs to go,

 to the store

12 comments

  1. My heartstrings are pulled beyond recognition. Your words are always so moving. One of my good friends was sexually abused by her father when she was young and your poem describes her situation perfectly.
    Oh, and on a happier note, I love your new theme!!! Excellent choice!!
    Have a Happy New Year!!!!
    AZ

    1. Thank you for all your support this year. I pray your friend is in a better place in life now.
      As for the theme. :-) :-) I’m glad you like it. It took me ages of previewing the others until I tried out this one and it felt right. :-)

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