You are the star
of each and every
one of my nightmares,
in most of them

You hand me a sugar cube
With the brightest smile
So welcoming
so warm

I greedily accepted
Placing it on the tip
Of my tongue

Until reality sets in
I did not get delivered sugar,
But rather

salt

This is what abuse is:
Hoping you will get sugar
Every time

But always ending with salt
For seventeen year.