laying on her side
focusing outside herself
outside the window
at the moon
him on her bed
crushing down
on her youth
babbling incoherently
close to her face
intimate, like she’s his wife
exhaling utterances
laced with beer
scaring this ten year old
into a world
for which she was not equipped
fear gripping every inch of her
‘leave already’ she wishes to herself
not knowing what to do
when he, whom she trusts,
severs the line of decency
*Note – While this was a true event, the child was not raped, thank goodness. However, it left some emotional scars, and trust was broken as certain boundaries were crossed.
