I Was Happy To Be Alive When I Was Nine Poem by McKenzie Kubicek

I Was happy to be alive when I was nine
I never thought the Devil could be in the form as someone I love
Eventually they worked themselves in me
Inching their way up inside my body
Invading every nick and cranny on the way up
A throbbing sensation exploded throughout me
My screams were muffled from their masculine hands covering my mouth
I am a tin can
Underneath the Ocean
The increasing amount of pressure on top of me
Squeezing any sense of life and hope out of me