This is a story about Lori,
she carried a secret that she told her attorney.
Sitting in a cell with tears that just fell
Waiting for Hades to open up hell.
She said "Mel just listen I speak and you tell"

"Let's go back ten years when I started to fear"
I said "fear" she replied "hush dear the truth is near
just make sure your pen is clear.
I slept in the room to rear
and the first time it happened his breath smelled like beer.

I was eight at the time when he pulled a gun that he shined,
covered my mouth" "I'll shoot with no doubt if you layout one shout,
your mom is not here she took the night and went out".
He took my virginity before it was given to me,
gave me some hemorrhages then baths to promote cleanliness.
Night after night I was a habitual faithfulness

Footsteps walking and my heart just talking,
why can't he get sick for one night at least?
So I could have peace without a penis breach
or soiled sheets that are burned by a creek.
I just want to sleep and forget that my life has a wound that so deep.

Now ten years have past and I'm pregnant from dad.
No one could tell that my body would swell
or that my cloths were too big while i was keen to each smell.
I've lived in a twister and now my daughter is my sister.
For ten years I've been raped by my parental mister.
He had a sinister smirk when I finally gave birth
he uttered then spoke "Great, a new bed to lurk.

You're getting to old and new pussy comes first."
Today I'm eighteen and the footsteps are coming,
I think of my daughter and heart begins running.
The floor boards are creaking; he thinks that I'm sleeping.
My beds in disguise and my eyes are just leaking.
My child will be safe from your treacherous reaping.

So he enters the room the like a reaper who's creeping,
when I punctured his heart with the knife I was wielding
I cut off his penis and made him swallow his demons.
Now taste your own seamen and remember no screaming.
So now He's body left cold and my life on death row,
My daughter is safe but the price is this hole.

So write the untold, how this man stole my soul
how his footsteps of death erased my childhood mold.
How the love of a mother forced me to act bold.
I refused for your body to be touched by that man.
And now the time is at hand for me to pay for my stand.
Your father is my father and I'm sorry my daughter for
your mother was a death row murderer
for crimes that were done to her.

Fernando
FlexWriter(Free-Verse Poet)