He comes to me in the night time
And sits upon my bed
He touches me with ice cold fingers
And fills my heart with dread
He slides his hands all over
And slowly takes off my shirt
He looks me over greedily
Deep down my soul is hurt
He puts his hands on my waistline
And moves them over my hips
He brushes my ear with his sweet words
And caresses me with his lips
He presses his body against me
His mouth covering mine
He moves his hands between my legs
Savoring his time
He pushes me into his bedroom
And slowly takes off my clothes
He tells me to wait for a moment
Then I hear the front door close
And then we’re alone, just him and me
‘She’s gone’ he whispers in my ear
My body grows stiff
My soul grows cold
As I feel the soft choke of fear
I stare up at him
Tears filling my eyes
But he coos me gently
‘Darling, don’t cry…’
And when it’s all over
When it’s all done
I roll away from him
And think of that gun
Next time he comes
I’ll shoot him in the head
He’ll fall to the floor
And I’ll laugh when he’s dead
But when he comes again
I do no such thing
But finally he stops his pushing
When mummy rings
So I run out of the room
And snatch up the gun
And look for the last time
Towards the beautiful sun
So I hold the gun tight
Against my head
Daddy, please,
Why did you take me to bed?
So I squeeze the trigger
Feel the bullet go through
My father, my rapist,
I write this to you…
this didnt happen to me, thankfully, but i just wanted to say to anyone it did happen to to stay strong and make it through.
