the excitement that i could have found a replacement for you was shortly lived as the older man would find himself pushing my legs apart every night
being four years older than you, muttering and beckoning me to call him what i had once called you felt shameful as i held a knife to his back
being a child, i only wished for the same warmth that i was once falsely given. but after the warmth from his breath on my chest, i could feel nothing but disgust for the sensation.
