Emmie Untitled Poem #8

Please note that this poem is a continuation of a set.
While each poem can be read individually there is a story.
The poems themselves I think are actually my outline as it had been suggested I make one.
The Entire Collection of Emmellia/Emmie read from beginning to this will piece things together.
Having said that this poem could very well be a trigger.
It deals with a scene I would prefer not to write but Emmie is being insistent.

Sit
legs closed
pretty dress
pink
bow in hair
pony tail
ringlet curled
half way down her back.
Room
swaddled in princess pink
lost in innocence
eyes bruised
look faraway
thumb in mouth
teddy on lap
it is time to fly
time to erase
if she leaves now…..
too late.
Door opens
looming shadow
heart stutters in fear
head down
eyes squeezed shut
please no 
please no 
please
whispered plea
unheard
ignored
hand reaches out
closing over hers
pulling her close
licking lips
ooooooooh tonight my precious
tonight we shall have fun.
Deep inside
huddled close
eyes shut
screaming
begging
make it all stop
hand over mouth
shut up
little bitch
told you loved it
look at me 
look at me 
guttural roar
pull her close
crooning nonsense words
petting
promising
that it will never happen again.
©Jan. 18/21
Picture is my own