“Play House”
“Is this okay?”
she asks
as he moves the covers
“It’s fine” he says
They lay
in unison
bending the barrier
of what is right
Discovering
too soon
what it feels like
She was only ten
he thirteen
as sky weeps on the night
of their death of child
and birth of corruption
Playing games,
they will never be clean
of the blood
of the fruit
of the tree
“Will mom ever know?”
she asks
as he moves inside
“Will mom ever care?”
Tow fathers
they call their own
one mother…
and they are not children
anymore
How has the world come to this?
-Pleas do not be mad at me for the rawness of this… it is disturbing, I know this, but it is all too true. I write about myself at times… and other times I write about others… I have just learned something new about people I thought I knew… and then this came to me… I am sorry if it disturbs you…
Blessed Be and Forgive me… Siren
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