Literature
Small
Small nose,
small lips,
small hands,
small, small small;
He was vulnerable,
He was fresh,
He was the target--
So clean and so easy to catch,
Like a tiny butterfly
just learning how to fly.
What a sin to think
you could take advantage
of this fragile mind;
The look in his eyes
when you locked the door
and told him not to scream,
it was almost delicious
similar to the first sip
of the forbidden alcohol
you chug every day
from dawn til dusk.
He watches you strip
the layers off your skin
And you force him to do the same;
"Please let me go,
I want to play outside!"
You tell him he must stay
and you force him to explore
with his hands,
those smal
