Mums Other Vagina Poem by James McLain

Their is less traffic at night
I'm alone
except for him
mum works at night.

The medication
makes me go to sleep
my dreams arnt right.

Mum ask me why my panties
are ripped and torn
the past
I wear none now because of him.

I know his fingers where they
go at night
their long and fat
and while I am asleep.

I'm pregnant now
a friend at school he said
he would
because of what he did
while mum she was at work.