THE POEM I LEFT BEHIND
I won't tell mother!
How you'd crawl out of bed to my room at night just to tickle my vagina with your fingers...
How you'd whisper to my ears how sweet and innocent I look and how you like me so...
I won't tell mother!
You've exploited my childishness saying "I love you," the sweet savor words I've heard you tell mother a thousand times that melts her heart and makes her smile...
It will kill her to know every time she left me with you, you didn't babysit but sex drive me...
I won't tell mother!
How I bled so hard the first time you drove your rod into me, the one you said was used to divide the red sea into...