The child....

(I don't like this and I have no idea where it came from ) but it wanted to penned so I penned it !!

The noises that I hear

As I snuggle in my bed

Are insistent and I’m scared

It happens every night

My mother now is shouting

She slams the bedroom door

Uncle John is saying

He’s better rid of her

As the noises start to calm

Mother in her bed

I hear the creak upon the stairs

One breathe then two, then three

And now stood here beside me

He smiles his evil smile

Uncle John now whispers

What a good girl am i

To keep our little secret

And I softly start to cry

He wipes away my tear

As it trickles down my face

He tells me how I make him feel

So very good inside

And as he begins to stroke my hair

He slips inside my sheets

His hands now starts to trace again

The patterns as before

I close my eyes now oh so tight

To blot out all the pain

I wish my mum would wake up

I scream it in my head

I’m disappearing now

For this is how I hide

I hide away from him

Inside inside inside

And when I wake he’s gone away

My routine must be done

I have to wash away my sins

To scrub and wash me clean.