The sun has gone to rest,
the moon takes his place
as the darkness begins to surround me.
He was always in the dark waiting to devour me.
I was so young and easily manipulated by his strong hands and words.
You would be surprised what those hands could do to me within a second.
He would shun me with one and hit me hard with the other hand.



His coarse whiskey tongue would lick at my skin, stubby fingers curled in my hair. Every...