Even Now
"You wanna play house?"
the little girl's voice plays.
Heat, profound, fills every cell, full.
The embarrassment cuts deeper
than you ever did;
god, I hate you.
Twenty years gone, dead,
wrapped up in the ugly that you
gave me that day in the sand,
my playhouse.
How dare you steal my haven.
Twenty-nine and driving,
I pullover cause I can't see past
the ocean that escapes the desert
your 16 years delivered me
that day.
Even now
I can't handle the death of that little girl.
Even now
how I wish that bullet would
have hit you sooner;
before yours pierced me.
"Vengeance is Mine" saith the Lord.
What was I going to do anyway?
Didn't I ask you to play.
Author notes
Content:Sexual Abuse.
IGLESNARK.
Commented on: "Bitter Sorrow" and "Hewed"
Written December 25th, 2004
A contest entry
- Abuse by SharonLynn.
300 points, ended December 31, 2004, 29 entries
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great
Very sad, and very well written, good job, and God bless you. -
Wow, I can really feel pain.
This is great poem! I really feel like someone i know died. 
Awesome poem!
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That was really a sad write, and the way you describe thae way you feel about it was very much understood.
Great poem
keep up the good work and god bless
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