Innocence
Innocence
You entered my room. I cringed at your sight. I knew you would soon become,
The monster of the night. I closed my eyes tight, maybe you would fade away. But instead you stole my innocence away.
My mother took in her brother, a stray. He slept in the basement isn't that where all creepy things lay?
By: Debra easterling
Copyright © Debra Easterling | Year Posted 2015
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