This Did Not Happen To You

yes it did.

She started whoring at the age of two,
Paid for with trips to the beachfront arcade.
Good, clean girl: “this did not happen to you.”       

In silence, she hid - the poison dripped through.
Scrub the stains, drink the bleach, keep your mouth shut.
She started whoring at the age of two.           

The teddy bears watched, they planned a rescue.
Try all you can, a stitched mouth cannot tell.
Good, clean girl: “this did not happen to you.”       

Swallow words, choking, the sickness a clue –
Can you see it, mummy? Something’s wrong here.
She started whoring at the age of two.           

Well-behaved child – he picked wisely, how true.
Godlike, he saw through to the rotting core.
Good, clean girl: “this did not happen to you.”

Twenty years later she chose to be true,
Selfish, spiteful – her wicked words killed him.       
She started whoring at the age of two.
Good, clean girl: “this did not happen to you.”       

© Morney Wilson