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.

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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