Nightmare haunting me no longer

Darkness comes

And I enter in…

Memories, memories,

Laments!

Laughter,

Jeering,

The taunting of

A little girl;

Little girl…

Come to me

You won’t be little

Too much longer

Shaking!

Crying!

Tossing!

Turning!

TOUCHING.

Rubbing up, down

All around.

Lay gently

Little girl

Relax…

It will soon be over.

Until next time.

Laughing!

Labeling!

Scarring!

Fragile fingers

Of a little girl

Little girl…

Oh little girl

You’re mine

I own you

Lay with me

More often

You slutful

Little girl!

Whirling!

Spinning!

Into oblivion,

Land gently

Little girl

Hahahahahaha

Land gently,

As I rub you

Up and down

A little bit more,

With Forbidden Kisses.

Kiss, kiss, kiss,

No…

No…

No…

Again and again,

You come back,

Oh Little girl,

Little girl

My Little girl.

Seven, nine,

Oh the memories

Mine.

I think

I’ll kiss you some more.

Spin!

Spin!

Spin!

Whirl!

Whirl!

Whirl!

FORGET!

BLOCK OFF!

EXISTENCE!

NO MORE!

Little girl…

Little girl.

Are you trying to forget me?

Little girl

Oh my little girl

You wanted it so…

Slow vanishing...

Reading,

Forgetting,

Enjoying!

Darkness entering in,

Laughter!

Twelve!

Oh little girl

Come…

Tickle Touch

Tickle Touch

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

Rip!

Rip!

Rip!

Enter tears that never fell…

Oh little girl

Little girl,

My little girl.

Laughter,

Laughter,

Glaring,

Rubbing.

Forcefulness,

Gentle…

Little Girl.

Rubbing.

Caressing….

Tossing

Turning.

“Grandma’s calling,

Grandma’s calling.”

Wake up…

Little girl

Oh Little girl

Wake up….

“Grandma’s calling”

Oh little girl,

Little girl,

Little girl…

Wake up?

Sept. 1999

*…And so we wake up and so we carry on…

"You may have taken me but you will never own me."

Copyright Wendy Torres 2000

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