My family
We play chor chor
Like our house is a fort.
We run around in two teams gleefully
My Ma and I
Against Papa.
But at every turn
I find myself
Lodged in the bedroom with Papa.
The door closes
And he zips open his pants
Ramming me under him.
My blue frock is torn
Knickers hanging down my straddled leg
As I scream for my Ma.
She is outside listening
I know my Ma
She cheated again.
2 comments:
very stark and contrasty...
if you happen to write a book, do let me know for sure. They always have some surprise...
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