patchwork child

pet

he told me i was pretty
so i looked upon him in worship
i knew well it was false
yet those words brought such warmth

he asked and i delivered
my body his to admire
i knew i shouldn't
but how i love praise

he called me a slut
i felt his words take shape
he could call on me now and then
and i'd fulfill his desire

i soon found i was drowning
feeling infested
a boy of only fourteen
he's but a pet now