Dildo
She opened her daughter's laps
She was counting the number
Of pedestrians that have walked
The path barefooted.
She finally touched something
& the girl screamed.
She was mentioning names now.
My name echoed across the room.
The mother raised her head
& looked, stormed.
I was their gardener, I weeded
Every unwanted grass around
Their home.
But I did not touch her
She only watched my body from
The window & let a *****
Do the magic.
Copyright © Micheal Ace | Year Posted 2018
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