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**Disclaimer**
I do not condone anything I wrote about in this topic. To be truthful I struggled with the picture. I went opposite from describing the picture, but to tell a story instead, of what that picture represents. By the way, this is the edited version of what I originally had.
His eyes are sparkling blue
“Son, I want to love every part of you”
My hand trembles slightly touching his thigh
He flinches but my words soothe his try…
To move & pry my aged hands from his leg
With a lone tear tumbling from his eye
“Daddy, do we have to do this again?”
“Don’t you like to have fun with daddy?”
“Yes…”
“…See, I do this to make you happy”
“Let’s play dress up I got you funny costume”
“A blonde wig & a nurses outfit…”
“…But dad I’m not a girl…”
“…Just get changed in the other room”
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“You look amazing, now come see if daddy’s sick”
I watch him walk over scared to resist
Clenching my fist he knows I’ll bludgeon him
Using constant reminders of he’ll get what his mother did
“I don’t think you sick dad, your faking again”
“…Say that line I told you”
“I don’t like it please don’t make me…”
“…AGAIN!!!”
I watched him freeze in freight, starts shaking and
Says…”Dad can you please make me a man?”
I smile in satisfaction & pull him in closer
“Touch it…”
*Smack* “I said to fucking touch it!”
He ran across the room I chased him slowly
Pulling my IV & using my walker to hold me
Under the bed is where he hides when he’s bad
“Son, I’m sorry you know daddy’s sick & sad”
He climbs out hesitating apologizing & crying
“This will make us bother better if you try it”
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I’m in so much pain, I hate myself – I’m worthless
Even though daddy always tells me I’m perfect
He could die any second as he’s wiping me clean
The blood and white stuff on me and the sheets
I never met my mother dad is all I have
I’m scared to be alone even if this is all I had
Tomorrow, I know he’s going to rape me again
Sobbing and bleeding, I love him… but can’t wait ‘til he’s dead
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