He pushed so deep inside of me his breathe heavy
His sweat dripping into my hair tied back in pigtails
He said i love you sweetheart i held back my pleas
His smile mad me cry even harder his scent is unmistakeable
He calls me baby girl how said that its still true
He knows im only 10 and him wel hes 40
Hes the man who sneaks in my room everynight when mom is passed out
Hes the man im so forced to call dad
He my first and my last as he wraps his hand around my neck
I feel light heaed as i whisper goodbye..

My God, Megan, my God!:) The truth is awful in here..the story brilliantly told..as a poem, this is one of your best! Isn't it strange that sometimes the worst of times in your life can bring out the best in you as an artist and a creator! An excellent piece, Megan, but a shocking truth...

gosh this is really graphic and an emoional peice that reminds me of an old english play I once read

you did great in writing this.. you could have taken it further but you held back and like most of your poetry you wroe it just fine in as little words as a stanza
and you always manage to keep your feel within those short words and still conclude it. with me , short poems wind up cliff hangers.

9/10

What nonsense, Alex! You could write anything well!:):) And you've knoched me over more than once, to say the least!:):)

Even your so-called cliff-hangers!:)

knocked me over, I meant to say.