It’s a bit hard to read the poem from the drawing. So I posted it below.
SECRET
I always knew when it was going to happen
The air made a way of always letting me know
Heavy and stale
The air tried to take on the weight of the sadness it knew I would soon hold
Those long strong hands, that I once trusted, traveled up my thighs
Who knew that my innocence was not mine to keep?
He knew that I wouldn’t scream or call for help
The glaze over mother’s eyes wasn’t from lack of sleep
I made a habit of fixing my eyes and drifting away
High above the bed
In the corner of the ceiling was where I found solace
His familiar laugh filled the room
The scent of alcohol washed over me
“You’re so tight”
Muffled and heavy sounds creaked through cracks in the walls
Breathing slowed
Descending from the ceiling
And back into my body
He whispers
“Our secret”
And leaves me alone in my crumpled body