My 16year Old

My 16year old, how do I protect you?

From everyone and everything

I fail to protect me

When his fangs show in anticipation of what would be

His acknowledgement of my being shutters my defenses

How “I scream in my head”

How do I do it that you do not succumb

You see he knows our fears and strengths

He manipulates us to be as he wants to

My 16years old

He dazzles and charms

Anoints you with his attention

Already slathered one thousand others before you

You preen and fall into the abyss that is his Manhood

Heeding no one but your pulsating naïve heart

How do I protect you from what I succumbed to?

Voices scream in my being “save me, save her, save us all’

Maybe this time the Gods of Thunder shall heed my calls

For I call from the womb that brought forth a being

Thundered in labor so that you could be

Maybe the Gods of all good shall heed my call

And hold you together he shall never penetrate

Maybe they curse us, who knows

And he holds the key to all ears that need to heed

“STOP IT” I say, he flinches

What he sees in my eyes he dares not.

My 16year old, I live for you, kill I shall for you