Secret Moments (incest)

By brian francis

Eyes aglow in the night
reflecting the terror within,
Gasps, from horrors unseen.
Guilt, for the lessons of sin.

Tears, welled together to stream,
pool in the sandman’s lair.
A whimper, in the darkness of night,
ending a whispered prayer.

Scars, from the tortures of “love.”
Pain, in the heart and the mind.
Obedient, and still – a rag doll;
fear is the shackles that bind.


Copyright © 2021 brian francis

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brian francis

Born and raised in the idyllic environment of Lancaster County, Pennsylvania. A rural paradise perfect for a roving childhood. Now living in the desert southwest, with a flock of parrots, a pigeon, and Three dogs.

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