Little Suzy plays a game with her “uncle”
It’s a game he once told her wouldn’t hurt her
But when she shrieked from his forceful
entering her, he told her it wouldn’t last very long.
I know it hurts now, but soon it won’t hurt anymore.
His hot musty breath stroked the outer edges of her ear
while his fingers, covered in the grime of his sin,
forced their way inside of her. She yelled out again
and he took that grimy hand and used it to cover her
mouth. The breath escaped her as he forced his way
inside of her. It was a game they played over and over
again. Every game has a tag line, something repeated
to return you to the memory. Like Little Sally Walker
or Tag, you’re it. For Suzy and her uncle, it was
Scream again and I’ll kill your mother or
You know you like it; I can tell. Suzy is no longer
a little girl, but she can still feel her uncle’s musty breath
up against her ear. Her husband doesn’t understand,
thinks her rejection makes him less a man.
All Suzy can focus on is the words of the song
that she’s forced to hear again and again:
You know you like it; I can tell and
Scream again and I’ll kill your mother.
Peace & Love,