facing the beast
My stepfather did not rape me,
because rape involves penetration, right?
My stepfather did not rape me.
Instead he thrust his tongue into my ears,
and whispered discomfort in my eardrums.
He snuck into my room when no one was around,
and used my belly as his personal canvas.
One time his hand wandered further down, and
left an ugly mark for months. Filthy fingers.
My stepfather did not rape me.
Instead he held me from behind,
and had me frozen from the stiffness in his pants.
He exposed himself to me while buttoning his trousers,
and said I enjoyed it.
He smirked through it all, and denied it all...
Through his thirty-two coffee-stained teeth,
and his putrid cigarette-rotted breath.
My stepfather did not rape me.
Too much foreplay—
Bastard ran out of time.
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