Demise of Innocence
Her mouth is open with the taste
Of a tiny simple rosebud
Smashed with haste
It bleeds upon the ground
With juice of red.
Her hair has curled with
The moisture of the fright
He lurks and drones behind her ears
She laughs at all and hides in spite
And knows that she will be his own tonight.
Copyright © Lacie Perry | Year Posted 2007
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