Pressed to the floor

Pressed to the floor

A Poem by Kiari Sabon
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I hear him come in with my aunt.

Dad says they will be staying her for the night.

We hang out watching TV and playing the playstation.

Then we are told its time to go to bed.

I let him have my bed…. I sleep in the floor.

I woke with him holding my mouth shut.

I was young I didn’t know what he was going on but I was still scared.

Burning tears ran to my eyes and poured out.

His hand slipped down my shorts.

He was touching me.

I tried to shove him off.

He pushed my arms down.

My mouth was free.

I tried to scream but only silent sobs came out.

He covered my mouth and pulled my hand down his pants.

He was moving my hand making me touch him.

I was shaking and it was hard to breathe….

I blacked out.

I woke with my shorts down and again I was crying.

He was sound asleep in my own bed with a peaceful look on his face…

The b*****d.

The f*****g b*****d I was eight and he pressed me to the floor!!!

He got away with this act!

I tried to stop him and he did it again to another girl!

© 2011 Kiari Sabon


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Kiari Sabon
Kiari Sabon

morehead, KY



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