I breathe with scattered breaths
as the gag is pulled off.
Next is my blindfold.
Spots of light sparkle my vision
yet the room stays dark.
Familiar hands stroke my
upper arms as a maniacal laugh
booms through the unknown room.
"Welcome to you new home,"
he says.
"You're going to be here a long time."
I spit nonsensical words
while my hands struggle to free
themselves from the rope.
He hums.
My anger blows;
my fear grows.
I don't know what he's
planning,
but I do know that he could have been
worse.
He leans back in a chair,
facing me.
"From now on, you're my teenage daughter."
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
