Bright Saturday noon
at the nearest playground:
Slides, monkey bars, swings
captivate your daughter’s heart,
quickly jumping from one to another
her actions trail her wishes.
Freedom apparent in her eyes
leaping and blaring and chatting.
She falls for the sandbox,
grains of heaven
border her all around.
Escaping through her fingers
she is unable to grip.
No sounds are heeded
Except for the chirping birds.
Graceful wind.
Joyful laughter.
Peace is disrupted
cell phone rings,
terrible news.
You must bring your daughter home,
she weeps questioning your hurry
to drop her off with mommy.
“I shall return shortly,
something happened at work.”
Her purity trusts your lie.
At your mistress’ apartment
you live out greedy fantasies,
experience your wildest of dreams.
Bliss: the lone emotion sensed
you sin on the kitchen tile;
choosing lusty, shallow sex
over the authenticity of your daughter’s smile.
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Submission Name: Victim of Lust pt. 2
...better than part one. haha the leaving song part II. how coincidental
I do think it could use a little more punctuation, and I would be careful up around where you used the word "home" twice--I think it was too soon and sounds a little repetitive. But man! This is not terrible! It's actually very, very good. Very nice contrast between the innocence of the daughter and the sin of infidelity. Nice, nice, nice!