Oral Lessons

You pushed it inside my mouth
Said take it bitch
And I gaged on you
the taste of you
I was seven years old
You know you want it you little cunt

Tears silently seeping from the rip in my heart
Bite. Scream. Blood.
Fuck you bitch
Bruises remain

Punch. Punch. Punch.
And more tears flood through the break in my heart
More blood from her misguided hand
Mom stop he didn’t mean to
And my wall forms around the rip
A dam used to hold back my flood of tears
And the injustice becomes a habit
A consequence of your uncaring soul