Headmaster's Rope

grass stain smudges on white cotton panties
child’s play or hardcore evidence
fretting as she skips slowly home
her limbs heavy with guilt
will daddy know he touched her
sense something is wrong
traces of spicy cologne fade on innocent thighs
coaxed wide
her insides twist and turn like forgotten garments on
grandma’s clothesline
freshly kissed tulips spread like butter coated with her
own version of strawberry jam
crusted on tender flesh
don’t tell daddy
he’ll never understand

Copyright ©2008 Hannah Adrian Rogers

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