Have you ever felt a warm breath on your tender adolescent breasts
Like a gush of warmth as if cloaked in the blanket of familiarity
While your bare immature feet froze cold in the veins
Nails grown out of a habitual neglect, outlining your skin
As your soft spine shivers and shudders
Quite much like the first time he had breathed down your neck for the very first time
Shattering the walls of a rented innocence long lost
"Dad, not today" you beg
The warm breath draws itself closer, as the sweaty stench of his aging perversion clouds the vision of your teary eyes
The desire to live piles up some more rust, as your death wish watches on, like a lusty voyeur
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