If you scream no one will hear you
If you scream I will kill you
Little girl of seven
How ‘bout you bring me to heaven?
I’ll take you on a trip
You’ll feel your insides rip
It’s ten past noon
The beginning of June
She screamed anyway
In the middle of the day
Ten minutes before,
She knocked on her door
Nobody is home
She’s all alone
So she skipped to the park
Past trees of paper-white bark
To swing on the swings
Such a thoughtless innocent thing
He was looming there
She didn’t really care
Friendly he did seem
And tried to push her on the swing
Alarmed, she struggled to get down
He shoved her to the ground
The smell of cigarettes
The sound of deep heavy breaths
Deflowered was the maiden(head)
Defiled was the child
So loudly she had screamed
From the object he had reamed
Rough and rigid was the shaft
A sharp pain and the smell of blood
Briefly she blacked out from the traumatic flood
The monster bolted from the sound of her cries
What had he done? She understood.
Showed her womanhood
The smell of cigarettes
The beginning of regrets
The sting of his sixty second fling
Although he was gone
His stench lingered on
So once more, she ran to her apartment door
No one was there to comfort her despair
On her porch she sat
Numb and waiting
Mom comes home and asks what’s wrong
Why did she take so long?
A police report was made
The girl’s memory begins to fade (shove it down, make it drown)
Ten past noon
That day in June
A sunny day in the park
Where her life went dark