His voice and his face seem familiar
He must be familiar enough for mum to leave me out here with him
His kisses aren’t the regular
I get a lot from visitors coming in
But why does this feel intense and impure
I have a strong feeling I don’t want to be here anymore
…More kisses, More strokes, More tension
I’m so sure right now this isn’t right
I’m screaming as loud as I can now, shouting save me!!!
Somebody save me from this impending danger
But all the neighbours can hear is a baby’s banter
…In he goes, and out with my purity
I can now feel the warmth of my blood trickling down
Can he not see the blood? Can he not feel the warmth of my purity?
I’m sure for him its nothing but hot coffee for his cold soul
I heard mummy tell daddy in excitement that I am 9 months today
It’s supposed to symbolize the time of life
But how ironic it is that mine has just been snatched away from me
Oh my essence! My innocence!! My purity!!!
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