Friday, September 19, 2008

Abuse

I was recently told a story today. It was about how a little girl got raped, by her very own father. Emotions overwhelmed me and, I came up with this.

The ticking of the clock synchronized with her heartbeat.
She stared, hypnotized by the flashing lights upon the wall.
Her body shivered, as her jaw trembled in pure horror.
Hissing sounds, coming out as frightened breaths.

Glass that lay upon the floor haunted her innocent room.
Shadows danced on the ceiling, making her shivers cease.
A smile creped onto her cracked and bloody lips.
A lick of her tongue and, the essence of him lingered.

The scent of him soon again flooded her clear nose.
Shuttering she winced in pain biting her lower lip.
Her eyes watered as terror whipped her bare skin.
Dry hands pulled and yanked on her parched locks.
Her heartbeat raced as she heard his footsteps approach.

Trepidation flooded her; the louder the steps were heard.
She grew restless as her nails dug deeper into the cement.
Cuticles bleeding, creating pools along the barren ground.
The door screeched open, and her ears felt like agony.
Never has she witnessed such an execrable sound.

His shadow became clearer as her legs scrambled.
She didn't move she knew it'd be better to wait.
His sly smile made her insides turn and crush, hard.
He had her clothes off in a swift motion with one hand.

All she could do was take the torture of his rotund body.
Each laugh out of his mouth was like another whipping.
He licked her ear with pleasure as she winced in fear.
Being torn away from innocence yet another time.
Her body, a cold silhouette bruised and crushed.

Lying upon frigid, wet, cement, her tears flooding the floor.
Once all done he smiled, and rubbed her hair with want.
He rolled off of her, his child, licking his lips evilly.
Still not sober, so stumbling to get off of the floor.
He walked with pride to the door, turned back and winked.

The ticking of the clock synchronized with her heartbeat.
She stared, hypnotized by the flashing lights upon the wall.
Her body shivered, as her jaw trembled in pure horror.
Hissing sounds, coming out as frightened breaths.

If you know anyone who's been hurt in any way like this get them help.

3 comments:

HarveyDangerfield said...

Think of writing as a possible career for yourself!
Your good.
And YOU know it!

Abby said...

wait..okay...you seriously wrote this? this is amazing!!!

lynzieeee said...

oh my gosh kalia
this is so good
i argree with mel