Poetry

Don’t Tell Mother

Summer last year.
I left home,
A big secret in toll,
I refused to tell.

It was summer last year,
It all started.
The grand scheme of my secret,
My filial shame.

“Tell the secret and be free”
“Don’t tell mother I beseech”
I had done the unspeakable,
The knife that will kill her.

Don’t tell mother.
I aroused father
And killed sister.
She was cockatoo.

Mother I can’t speak my sins,
A loin rubs against my rectum
I beg for more.
I raped brother and delighted in his pain.

Father becomes a thief at night,
Like a butterfly hunger for sweet nectar.
Don’t tell mother.
For I’m the demon she sends to hell.

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