Zipper

the zipper catches my dreams in agony again I wake up the cruel steel slicing my soft skin i am awak next to this hairy finger stabs me pulling against my secret i cryout looking at the wood ppaneling oops he says its is an accident in the halway between dreams between rooms between im and I I don undrstand why I am not supposed to look at mine. not to look at mom is a sin to tell the truth is a skinned shin I'm not old enough to ride the zipper Im snickered once again today im old enough, no mor potato sacks but I cannot play sax I'm not lisa to day who is lisay comon she says lets ride the zipper anyways here we are again and today it is my skin. or is it sin I wonder. its ok to be a mermaid she says its ok to get wet