A small girl’s body carried
past the innocent Joy dish soap
into a house of horrors
too young to say no
set her upon filthy toilet seat
yanked cotton panties to knees
placed wet, sloppy kisses on her
trembling, she, rather I, smelled oily
hair as he proceeded to crouch and moan
my flesh tainted and used
escaping meant lying for this life
he had stumbled across a hall
unhooking his belt, sweetly I trilled
my mother was calling I must be going.
He picked me up and tossed down
my limp form on the back porch,
warned to keep silent, not a single word
fear and shame settled into two year old bones.
Skin now not my own,
ran to the back door.
I knew far too much,
a little girl lost of all innocence.
I would never tell
of the man that ruined me,
avowing to shut off tears.
So put on a smile and
twirled into the house
a broken child.