Replying to a comment on:

Daddy (Other) by LintyWeenis

I can feel my stomach start to churn with a fire only he can bring. As I see the car pull in the drive-way, I wonder if I can lock myself away forever. You turn the key, I feel so sick. My family asks me if I'm okay. He walks into the room. I tell them I'm fine.He looks at me first, sending another flame up my throat.When he gets done eating, he comes to my room. It's so cold. It's always so cold.

T. Jonathron Remp 11-Sep-04/5:56 PM
Ouch!




Track and Plan your submissions ; Read some Comics ; Get Paid for your Poetry
PoemRanker Copyright © 2001 - 2024 - kaolin fire - All Rights Reserved
All poems Copyright © their respective authors
An internet tradition since June 9, 2001