Innocent Thigh's Demise
by: Streetz Da Hood
In this bed, alcoholic demons dance for an audience of tears
And guilty walls do nothing but echo his voice thru her ears
Small fingers grab sheets, these sympathetic linens
Help doesn’t exist, and pain makes hours out of minutes
This child’s smile long gone, migrated to the past
While this man stands over top, the devil must laugh
Strong hands, in places most doctors don’t touch
Her soul dies again, as if the last time wasn’t enough
A father and daughter, bonded by deceit
Flames of sadness burn her heart to pieces as they inevitably meet
Body parts engaged in formidable games
Where she’s been an unwilling player since the earliest age
She closes her eyes and begs her brain to imagine things sweeter
But her reality becomes nightmare’s most sought after teacher
Shadows witness by default her stomach-wrenching doom
As this, a too familiar episode, broadcasts again in her room
Her heart autographed by molestation’s pen
She’s hell’s memorabilia, her little wings never had a chance to ascend
The woman-to-be inside has long ago bled out in her mind
Sadly, she’s forever this child, a child with innocent thighs
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*Edited for spelling error.
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