Downtown to the local drugstore.
Gets that black- raspberry- liquor.
Likes to spike her fruity drink.
She giggles, likes to act like she cant think.
Presses the blunt to her sweetened – hungry – lips
Hopes to God he will find himself buried in those hips
Drunken stupors they find themselves caught
They’ve weaved the trap they should have naught
Bare naked in his hell bound bed, she cries
Lust stained satin sheets , he got his prize
His soul was awakened black
She could have a heart- beneath the plaque
I watch from the cracked door
Cant look away, but don’t want to see no more
Padre de mi hijo why do you make love to mi hermana pequeña?
Copyright 2013 Hannah Marie
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