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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