By Vicky P. Duncan
And so it starts
His body smothering my child
THRUST, here comes pain
THRUST, there goies my innocense
THRUST, the shame overwhelms
Why, daddy, Why
It continues
THRUST, the child is dying
THRUST, the guilt envelopes
THRUST, the pain soaks me
Why,daddy, Why?
He moans in pleasure
I moan in pain
He leaves me a shell
Why, on
why, daddy ,Why
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