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UNCLE LARRY

Poetry By: Indie Skreet
Memoir



This was 1977 and Housefather Larry (name change)didn't think twice before walking in whilst I was taking a bath. I was 15


Submitted:Jan 17, 2013    Reads: 55    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   


And as I innocently watched TV

He started to tickle me

At first I was not alerted

To the fact he was perverted

Hand brushed my teenage breast

Searchingly under my vest

I pulled away as danger loomed

Ran confused to my bedroom

Pushed my desk against the door

Followed by a chest of drawers

Watched that door until the morning

Knew I had to heed this warning

So when reached school I confided

In my counsellor who I'd decided

Could be trusted to stay silent

I was scared he could turn violent

Eradicate all trace of me

Inter remains under some tree

And no one would ever know

Why I'd chosen to just go.





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