dhfa

Sick to my stomach

What did I do it for

Mom told me no

Should I tell or

Run

 

My own guilt

Far greater punishment

Than any spanking

Regret

 

My choice is taken from me

“Devin, come here”

I slink down the stairs like a dog

With its tail between its leg

A sense of impending doom

Follows like my shadow

Cower

 

The disappointment in her eyes

Is coarse salt

Rubbed in the wound

Inflicted by my own

Unheeding hand

Pain

 

I can’t hold it in any longer

Her eyes soften and the before

Unnoticed love

Shines through like

A ray of sunlight

Redemption

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