All along
There was a hole in the wall that she never knew was there.
All along
He was peering at her, undressing her with his stare.
All along
They joked and they smiled... Around the table, they'd laugh.
All along
When she wasn't looking, he'd grip firmly onto his shaft.
When she got older she succumbed to her urges to experiment with men.
But little did she know, that damned hole in the wall, he was watching her even then.
His eyes traveled her body, up and then down, hand pumping and grip tight.
He replaced the men with himself in his mind and groaned, painting the wall white.
Years
had gone by and she never knew how he gazed at her in that way.
Years
he had stayed in her home and thought not about the woman he had betrayed.
Years
he had spent weaving his way in, all the while eyes glued on the daughter.
But when the truth came to light, all things despite, did the mother expel the monster?
In the end
he'd played his part well, an integral part of the family.
In the end
they rely on him and so forgive
his blatant, disgusting insanity.
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