The Keyhole

We would peek through the keyhole

when we heard that sound

The sound of hand meeting bone.

The screams, the cries, the moans.

Never ending, never ending

I could not bare it,

my tiny body shaking with fear

but she, she alone

made me look.

Time and again, while whispering

softly in my ear.

Remember this, remember this

and would.

 

 

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About beloveddreamer486

I am a poet and and an artist.
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