My Daughter
My Daughter
Sneaky boys skulk in the night.
Begging favors in the form of flesh.
But, they are no match
For the God-awoken mother.
She wakes up running on her feet
Heading his way.
Copyright © Robin Wrenn-Fiore | Year Posted 2020
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