TW: Bad words, sexual abuse, mentions of dicks, feeling out of control/helpless
It's something you don't forget
It's something that won't go away
The memory of your dad
Looking at you like prey
With big ole wide "fuck me"eyes
That want to eat you whole
With a mischievous and wild smirk
That's a bit too smug to be playful
When everything that your father says
Is easily mistook
For hidden messages you wouldn't find
Unless you knew to look
Anything he ever says
Is nothing but a flirt
Anything he ever does
Is bound to get you hurt
When you try to tell him off
He only twists your words around
Until it sounds like you are flirting back
And it gets him all aroused
I threatened to stab his dick one time
I held a pencil and laughed
But all he saw was me on my knees
And the sight only grew his shaft
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryTW: Sexual abuse, cutting/self harm, suicidal tendencies/thoughts, bad words Really fucked up poems about my trauma and struggles. Don't read if you don't like dark stuff.
