TW: Sexual Assault, Alcohol/Tobacco Reference.
Your touch stings upon my pale skin,
I try not to remember; a tragedy it had been.
Cigarette smoke blown into my face,
Steps I do not want to re-trace.
A bottle crashes to the ground,
A little blonde girl; nowhere to be found.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!" I scream,
Begging you to let go of me.
Smell of liquor from your breath,
Shouting in my ear, which soon turns into a threat.
You wouldn't listen,
This wasn't a family tradition.
Many years later, I still remember this day;
Afraid of the outcome, I surely must say.
He may keep me safe, but not from you.
You are a monster, and I know that is true.
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