Treasure Island

Shay the Anonymous


Molestation


Your hands inside of me

Feeling like the last thing I may see

is your hands inside of me

You creeped in my room.

You sat on the bed.

Smelling like perfume

I wondered was she dead?

What were you doing in this shed?

My legs were soon spread

WIth no remorse you laid

and I bled.

Your hands inside of me

Feeling like the last thing I may see

is your hands inside of me

Submitted: Monday, March 25, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 25, 2013

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