Grocery Day

10 and naive my soul trusting, cold and empty are your eyes as you try to keep thrusting. A blanket on the floor a wish to dissappear, if mommy should find us why that do I fear. Mommy's at the store the rest are out back, please let me die but you just want more. Your hands are like dry ice burning as you touch, I need to know why but he don't say much The smell of his cologne and his bath robe still wet, a learning lesson from him is what i'm supposed to get. The touch of his body burns my soul with rage, I feel like an animal trapped in a cage. If I tell, he say's "mommy will leave," I told and she smiled and didn't believe. Like alcohol on a wound she said, "I was lyin"--what for, I wished I could die why not- i'm a whore. My life with no meaning my future with no light, scars on my soul night after night. The blade glistens like a beautiful moon, Lord here I come maybe i'll see you soon.                                           WILLOWI have never sent one of my poems in and i'm scared to death because they are very personal. I hope that this poem isn't to blunt to put on your website. Written March 5th, 2002 © on Mar 04 2002 03:53 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1