Stalker (edited)

I always wanted my classmates
be the first to notice me
and greet me with their innocent smiles,
I would have wanted them to tag me
in our game called
but mornings were not what I expected.
Every morning he would wait for me like a servant
When I rode a
he would sit beside me-
his cold fingers creeping on my back.
One day he asked me,
“would you like to come with me?
It's just a stone’s throw away from school, dear child,”
and so I agreed and went with him.
We walked along the sidewalk,
his hands on my shoulders
I felt I was protected by my loving father
until he squeezed my arm
feeling like I was consumed
we sat together
his hands
exploring and stroking
my hips
which felt like
presses from his lips.

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