The church is empty except
Daddy and me
He has a key
He brings me here often
I know what will happen
But I still run and hide
There are many places to hide
But Daddy knows them all
His scent is undeniable
He is getting closer
There is no conversation
But a promise to
Never tell anyone
He bends me over the church pew
I hear his zipper opening
It hurts
I am still
Photo by Timothy Eberly
