~GUILT~

She shivers in her bed,
not from the bitter cold;
But from the threatening words,
this child was just told.

"Now don't you dare tell anyone,
about our playful deed's";
She is informed, as her tender heart,
begins to ache and bleed.

"You know how much I love you,
and this is my love jesture";
The little girl is lied to,
by the well known, child Molester.

"Don't fight what I am going to do,
just relax, it will feel nice";
But this Child's precious mind and Soul,
knows none of this is right!

"Now doesn't this feel good,
aren't these touches warm and nice";
As the child feels the roaming hands,
which are as bitterly cold as ice.

"You truly are a good, little girl,
for you always obey and comply";
And this little girl Prays silently,
"Dear God, please let me die".

"Now didn't we have fun tonight,
we'll do this again sometime;
Why do you look so very upset,
and why are you going to cry"?

When the loved one who just hurt her,
leaves her lonely and simply to be;
This nine year old's consumed with guilt,
as she buries her head 'neath the sheets.