Clutched my cheeks in his
cool, clammy fingers. Then,
told me the truth of (my)self.

I deserved everything I got.
Asked for it all along, hadn't I?
Hadn't I?! And liked it too.
("Wh0re.B1tch.ohbaby")

"Little tease,
get get GET on your knees
"

Now my lips are clasped tight
around himithimit(?)
like hands clasped together
in prayer. Such crudely
vulgar symbolism.

Honour thy father.

Thighs and knees and everything
above, below and in between;
They ache, they ache, they throb,
like his hardness under my tongue
in vile victory.

He had me from the start.
(Children never stand a chance.)

14/11/08
12:02