Dear Daddy,
Why have you dirtied my flesh?
Because of you I am broken,
A fucking mess of a little girl,
There are only shards left now.
The scars that you left with your hands and your mouth run deep, so deep that they seep into my dreams. A faceless sin, night after night stealing my innocent’s one touch one manipulation at a time.
The stench of cigarettes and toothpaste were on every one of your filthy words.
I could scrub my body for hours but the smell lingers in my mind, trapped with haunting images of a monster that I will never forget.
“Monsters are not real” you say,
well come take a peak under my bed.
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