Playdate Of The Month Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

The way that child asked to play
Oh, I know you remember that day!
I know you'll always hear that honeyed invitation:
'Let's play, come on, let's play.'

I know somewhere in that demented maze 
Which is your mind
Your brain highlights the dates,  
As it fixates
When she did say:
'Come on! Yes, come, let's play.'

This child stumbles forward
Clumsy, unwieldy
And this child has no clue.
Until she's asked to embrace you
Before that day you had the beast subdued.

If only she knew,  
What substance makes up all of you:
There is none, you're hollow
So, hey—why not ruin her too?

Every day you probably circle the dates,
When she exclaimed:
'Please come out today, let's play.'
If only she could comprehend
What really awaited her
The beast who would viciously rape her

God, if they ever had an indication
What stirs the beast, what stirs you
That sickening, demented elation
Your charade, no real intimation

But, they never have a clue,
Until it's too late
They never, ever do.

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