RED ROOMS, LITTLE SPARKLES.

Trigger warnings; CSA, SA, ETC.

Red rooms, little sparkles.
Velvet, silks, and broken love.
The first photos were taken on the day I was born.
A tiny mess of life.

You hit the jackpot when I grew pretty.
Taught me the right amount of hair flipping.
The classy way to wipe ‘love’ from my mouth.

You taught me there’s nothing lovelier than loving little girls.
That men watch. Are always watching.
I’m for them and not for me.

Viewed through glass. An exotic creature for the taking.
Men took photos in the street, through restaurant windows.
In their childhood bedrooms in their mother’s house.

Men with beards and wives called me their girlfriend.
I was 5 or 8 or 14 or less or more.
Men drew me pictures and brought me teddies.
I knew obsession early on.

A picturesque cottage.
You sat me on his lap.
He was older than my grandad.
He lit a cigar as you walked away.
You left me alone with him.

You left me totally alone.