I lost my virginity at thirteen. We were just going fishing is what I thought. I was the bait. He stole my innocence on the bank. The earth was cold and hard. Silent numbness except for his heavy panting upon me. I complied and waited for him to finish.
I aborted the bastard at thirteen. My father was there. My father called me a whore that day.
I emptied my father’s medicine cabinet.
I was locked between four walls.
See you in Hell Daddy.
Her mourning coffee 