Mother May I
Come inside?
I promise not
To run or hide
Nor shriek or scream
Or shout or yell
I’ll be your perfect
Angel Bell.
Speak now for I
Am on my knees.
Mother look
I’m begging, please.
I don’t want much,
I won’t speak up.
Just save me from
His evil touch.
Mother May I
Stop his kiss?
There’s nothing worse:
This fatal bliss.
His breath is stale,
His skin opaque,
His venom from
A sinner’s snake.
I lie awake,
For sleep I fear.
Cuz in the night
I see him here.
There’s nothing more
To say, I guess.
Just shut my mouth
And clean the mess.
Poetry