Lisa Pringle

Rookie (1965-07-21 / South Africa)

Plunderance Of Innocence

You come to my bed when Mommy’s away.
You mess up my head – bad thoughts, they stay.
It’s dark in my room and I hear every sound,
How sinister the gloom when she’s not around.
I struggle for breath as I hear your feet,
“You are like death” pounds my hearts crazy beat.
So to sleep I pretend, perhaps you won’t linger,
“God, please let this end”, as I bite my small finger.
Your shadow casts black over my little-girl bed,

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