February 25, 2011
By Anonymous

Too young to know,
To understand,
How wrong it was.

Let’s keep this our little secret.

Left alone with him
No one suspecting a thing.
Eyes wander,
Hands explore,
On such a small girl
Where they never should.

Clock keeps ticking
Hands forever spinning.
The game stops.
Eyes continually caught lingering,
Memorizing childish, non-existent curves.
Trauma forgotten.

Years pass
Signs, painfully obvious
Go unseen by everyone.

Afraid to tell,

Let’s keep this our little secret.

So-called responsible adults
Unable to hear silent truths.
Secret shredding,
Biting the flesh
Leaving invisible

The author's comments:
This is one of my creative writing pieces from a few years back.

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on Oct. 21 2014 at 8:01 am
Brooklynfyre PLATINUM, Pierceton, Indiana
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I love this piece. It reminds me of my past with a family member. It's horrible for a child to go through an event such as this.


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