Little Slut Child

Little Slut Child
You were his little slut child
open your legs freely
giving him free roam
of your mind, soul and body
taunting him with every hopeless step
giving him right to use you as he pleased
never telling a soul
never setting the real you free
masking your self in cotton wool
wrapping yourself tight in alternate personalities
you were his slut child
his personal whore
although in death he pays the price
and can hurt you no more
showering 10 times a dayscrubbing him from your skin
letting him run free from your veins
to rid yourself of the dirtand to finally become clean
watching the flamethat burns on the candle
wishing it could burn away the essence his breath that you still feel
hoping beyond hope
that one day he will set you free
you his slut child
you asked for it in every thing you did at the tender age of three
you must have been provocative
to have made him want
to have made him take
to have given him the right to break
no, no, you were never a slut child
he was he one who stole your soul
you never gave it away
you did not even know it existed