MeanWhile?
Joe and Bill
are on the Lolita express.
Drunk and stoned.
They are licking their lips,
laughing,
Lifting up her little flower dress.
She’s shaking, in fear
with tears, in her eyes,
Nowhere to run nowhere to hide,
She calls her mother’s name,
she’s only twelve,
going on eleven.
She’s in HELL, they promised heaven…
Benzodiazepine.
The things you don’t see when you have a gun.
Categories:
benzodiazepine, abuse, child, child abuse,
Form: Narrative