Regret,
One word,
Timeless damage condensed to
Six letters.
That are scented like cheap, Dollar store, perfume
Titled “Heavenly”.
The stench that you burned into my nostrils,choking me,
Suffocating me.
A word whose name taste like poison on my battered tongue,
Bitterly sweetless,
Just like the ***** pouring like fountains from your fingertips,
Sugar-laced manipulation.
It’s adorned with purple, the colour of the rich,
Of royalty,
Yet, worn by a wayward, penniless, and perverted sinner,
Guiltless, guilty.
It’s a word that purrs, “You’re so mature” as its filthy palms grasp my flesh,
Robbing me.
Robbing me straight from the cradle I slept so ignorantly,
So soundly.
Stripping me naked as I was born, yet wasn’t I just yesterday?
Too young.
Far too young to carry the weight of your skin,
Your sins,
My regret.
