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A Handful Of Tears

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Noon was my phobia

Yet somehow, the dark formless nothing provided me an utopia

Cold wrinkled hands ferociously stroked

My growing nipples, braless it was hungrily groped

With familiar scent, daddy I was painfully poked

Yet somehow, every night I always hoped

Tonight will be different from the previous

The terror I saw from the hole between my legs, was devious

It produced tears, not from my eyes

They were red like the ones Jesus shed, straight from my thighs

Daddy, it was worse than the fear I felt when you belted mummy in my presence

It was a time when your love descended to a state of  quiescence

And mummy drifted to the warm embrace of uncle Chike's immoral attention

His presence brought fire in her eyes, for a while it eased the built up tension

Until he got fed up of her incessant cries

And shifted his attention to my skinny thighs

His eyes were the first to penetrate

Until under the influence of dry gin, my naked fragile body his fingers finally preyed

Under his weight a MOAN escapes, as tears glitter under the silent STARS every night.

He cums in me in your absence, filling me with both hurt and indescribable fright

I tired to go to mummy for protection

But his thrust was far deeper and sacred to her, than her motherly trust and affection

Daddy don't you see how his eyes never seemed to close around me

Even mummy sees it and blames me for opening my legs 180 degree

Daddy don't you see you started this whole circle of craziness

The day you brought home your brother's favorite mistress

Now you don't see the seed he planted in me and mummy

Growing daily, like the beer in your tummy


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
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www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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