Torn
What is this?
It’s red and wet
Slipping down me
Its taste so sweet
The wallpapers ripped
Mum will freak
But I’m stained red
Someone’s asleep
Huddled,
Rocking.
“Whats wrong?”
“Nothing, mummy.”
She knows now
I’m in for it
The wallpapers ripped
She’ll shout for sure
I know!
I’ll help her sleep
Like I did for daddy
It’s good to sleep
I hope she doesn’t
Throw paint at me
Daddy did, wasn’t nice
It’s all red and wet…
/RainingOnMySoul
( categories: poetry )