He stood her

up in front

of thousands.


A last second

skype to share

his intention.


With a smile

stating it was him

not her.


But she knew

it was a lie of

biblical proportion.


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Grandpa Lee

She cringed when

they made the last

turn toward Bromide.


He would be there

smelling of cherry

bourbon and chew.


His whiskers burning

her cheeks when he

forced a sloppy kiss.


His hands squeezing

her chest as he laughed

about her growing titties.


His knee forcing her

legs apart as she struggled

to breathe beneath his weight.


Is it no wonder she

stabbed him at ten, her

bastard of a grandfather.


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