My happy place you ask?
I do not believe that I possess one of those.
Unless you qualify the dreams inside my head where I barricade myself from this world
The place where I disappear when I cannot withstand the horror of this existence
Is that what you refer to?
My visions that engulf my torment and taunt me with a life I will never own
That is as close to a happy place as I can envision
As my body succumbs to his merciless touch
I drift away to a life without him
To a place where I may someday long to be touched yet I still cannot picture that moment
Not even in my happy place
He has ruined that for me by making me a vacuous receptacle for his seed
A hole made for his pleasure
A lubricated orifice
My body for his desire of friction and suction
I am chained to this existence and bound to this brute that I call father
I am but a child, but he makes of me a woman before I am ready
My first kiss his
My first touch His
Will I ever long to be touched again?
Even in my happy place?
Even in my dreams?
Will I forever see my father’s face?
What is my happy place you ask?
I Do Not Have One!!!!!!!
By The VirtuousMiscreant