Child’s Haunted Rhyme

One, two, three, woe is me

Sing to the tune of ABC

Drift on song inside your head

Pretend that you are gone and dead

Hold your breath, four, five, six

Pretend what’s happening doesn’t make you sick

Disappear inside your mind

No matter how hard they can’t get inside

Seven, eight, nine, it’s almost time

To end this rhyme

When the deed is done

You turn, bolt, and run

Never again have to count to ten

Authors blurb: I was abused as a child. This is a dark twist on some of the pain that still bleeds through from time to time.


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