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Special Guest Taint Lucas will enter their PAD. ChrisRenee is giving Johnna free range to say and do whatever... So Tainted Lucas Bring your 6exx game!
He is a lover of words... poet at best!
VICTIM
As I played dress up with dolls I was drowning in distance and confused pass the point of purity. Subdued in insecurity.
The mind of a nine year old could not begin to comprehend the madness that unfolded as he staggered in a drunken dazed towards me with one hand on his zipper and the other hand with his finger over his lips saying, "Don't you dare make a whisper!"
With every thrust my innocence slipped further into the depths of destruction. Manifesting so much hated, animosity, damnation and destruction.
I shouldn't have to scream for you to hear my cry. I shouldn't have to bleed for you to see that I am literally about to die.
Or is it the denial that won't let you look into my eyes. And you're my Mother. My pain you should feel. The slaughtering of my salvation. The choking of my chastity. The asphyxiation not allowing me to lash out. The pain unbearable, breaking me and as I pray I can only endure it....not pass out.
Where is my God in my time of pleading? Where is he while my virginity is being invaded and I cannot stop the bleeding?
And as I attempt to make it through another day, I dread the coming of the night when I play dress up with dolls, drowning in distance and confused pass the point of purity pretending
