Toy

An abused daughter.

I am your toy,

whom you come home to

every night and

p

  l

    a

                 y with.

I am the toy

that you use

when you are lonely.

Hold my flesh in your hands,

pinch it between your fingers,

 make me cry

I was the child

whom you robbed her innocence from.

And the worst part was that I was part of you.

When you and momma fought

and the screams fell silent,

my bedroom door swung open.

And you'd take me from my own toys,

sit me down and have your way;

do all the things momma wouldn't let you do.

I was defenseless,

utterly clueless,

but you stole one thing I can never get back.

My innocence,

the child I hardly was,

the toys I would no longer play with.

They weren't fun.

All it was, was

touch

touch

touch.

But you left me thinking,

after all these years,

what would life be like

if I wasn't

your

toy?

Author's Note

...thoughts?