The Deed

I scream for help

But no one can hear.

 

I choke on words

That shouldn't be said.

 

But I have to tell someone

I have to tell Daddy what she's done.

 

I heard the moaning

When he was out of town.

 

I heard her bed squeaking,

The joy that escaped her lips.

 

I heard the man shush her

I saw them in ther bed.

 

Mother begged me

Not to tell.

 

But I can't hold it in.

The words beg to escape my lips.

 

Daddy's home

I run to him.

 

The tears well up

In my eyes.

 

I tell him

I tell him of all she's done.

 

The relief

Is like a ton of bricks off my shoulders.

 

The pain

Is like a thousand orgasms.

:)

Author's Note

that last line...some ppl might not get...but the pain was enjoyable :)

Reviews

[Cassiopia Summers]

Haha, I love the last line. (: It fits perfectly, and closes the poem easily and swiftly. Great write.

[.SaveSydney!.]

Hahahahaha, I love the last line. :D
This is really good, like how in the beggining you're all thinking "why is this poor girl hurting so much..?"
But then you see the weight of guilt, and the relief of honestly. :]