Incest


Little girl trying to hide her sadness

Footsteps in the hall
Hiding in my darkened room
Smell his liquored breath
Please don’t daddy, I’ll be good
Please don’t hurt me anymore

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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5 Responses to Incest

  1. cringing says:

    Incest is such a dark topic, and I love how you executed this. Your poem is powerful, deep, chilling-although only a few lines, it captivated me. Also, I love your URL (poormanspoet), I wish I took it for myself! If you don’t mind, I’d love it if you’d take a peek at my blog!

  2. Horrific. Ruined lives and rarely a punishment to stop the rapist from doing it again and again. Society is set up for this. Keeping women poor and in charge of protecting their children, often forces them to live with violence, rape and that often includes their children of both genders. Patriarchy strikes again.

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