kwrites

MY BLOODY FOOTPRINTS.

Everything changed that night, 
when he touched me in places that were not his right.

 

Disguised as an uncle, he was a demon, 
wicked was his smile and crooked were his teeth. 
he was my uncle whom I thought was fun,
but now for my life, I had to get up and run. 

 

I felt exposed...
Not because you stripped me naked,
For you ripped my innocence and everything sacred

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I thought I  knew you and so I was safe... 
but you tricked me well and broke my trust, 
and all that just to feed your lust.

 

I cried and screamed for I wanted my mom 
My heart was on fire and my organs in a storm. 
So, I got up and ran as I would in a sprint 
I wounded my feet and left behind some bloody footprints.