Crushed by his shear weight
tiny heart frantically beats
as a filthy groping hand
snakes down her pants.
With stale, booze breath
he whispers in her ear:
"I love you, my sweetheart."
as she sheds silent tears.
Fast forward 10 years.
Eighteen on meths
Beth only felt hate
towards her abusive stepfather.
A monster in disguise
every night she hoped for his demise
which came when he landed
behind bars for killing a man in a brawl;
she knew karma existed after all.
He'll be an inmate's sex toy
the thought gave her much joy.
He stole enough of her life,
now it was time to stop walking
on the edge of a knife
and get clean.
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