PLAYTIME
I once played with a little boy
He grabbed my hands and made me touch his toy
I tried to run away
But he pulled me down, told me to stay
Tiny little fingers
Every touch lingers
His smile told me to enjoy
I was a Barbie doll to this boy
He told me to come and play
Everything echoes at the end of the day
Dark little showers getting bigger
Every minute I feel myself getting smaller
His hands start to grip stronger
My little voice gets weaker
His mouth starts to explore
Everything hurts but he wants more
I don’t want to play anymore with a little boy
I keep trying to keep the monsters at bay
They look at me, getting larger
I fall asleep, my whole body is sore