Petals In The Grass

Punished

I scorn my existence
Lingering distain
Nauseating memories
Recycled thoughts
Brings no closure

Mother
Father
Sister
The three culprits
Guilty of their crimes
Robbing a childs innocence
With whips
Fists
And lewdness
Cowardly acts
That still punish today


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