I Tried To Be A Good Girl, Mommy.
Added 2021-07-12 09:27:47 +0000 UTCI scrubbed the floors and fluffed the pillows, mommy.
I know you don't like the mess.
Or the dirt.
Inside our little house.
And so I swept the floor.
And then I scrubbed it with the little brush you used earlier to clean my cunt.
I got the dirt out of every corner and the webs out of the hidden spaces.
And I sprayed the air with lemon and guilt.
But I couldn't.
I couldn't get it all.
Not the tiny stain in the corner of the room from when you shoved my crying face into the wall so you didn't have to watch me sob as you beat me.
It's still there, reminding me I'm a bad little girl who needs to be put in the corner.
Not the asymmetrical splotch on the white couch from when you first put me over your knee and my excitement trickled down your thigh and onto the couch as your fist distracted me from my angry and swollen behind.
It's still there, reminding me that no matter how old I get, I'll never be too old to feel like a shamed child over the lap of a woman I may not even know well.
Not the strange wiry stain on the carpet from when you rode my face for trying to be prettier than you and i couldn't get all your wetness inside my mouth, I let it drip onto the rug because I knew you were too far gone to notice.
It's still there reminding me that no matter how pretty I try to be, my face is still only good enough to be your pleasure cushion.
Not the scent of swollen and shameful cunt that hangs over the air and is etched into the curtains because eveytime I think of you and the things you do, I spring a leak and spread my legs.
It's still there, because I'm still here.
Not the hard stain on the afghan from when you sat the Ottoman and fed me your feet. Your nails they poked me all the way at the back of my throat and I coughed up and drooled all over your pretty afghan.
It's still there, reminding me that it's only right that your feel travel all the way inside me.
I try.
I try so hard to make everything as clean as you'd like.
But you'll always see the mess and dirt, mommy.
Because you'll always know where to look for it.
And no matter how much I clean.
It'll never be clean enough for you.
And neither will I.
