She can smell his rancid breath on her neck
She can’t escape the death that awaits her
He calmly tells her to breathe
As if she was a willing party
Because he knows this is her first time
He’s known her all her life
She trusted him
He was like a father to her
She can’t comprehend what is happening
Where’s her mother?
She said she would be home soon
He was only supposed to watch her for an hour
She holds her breath
Hoping that she could stop breathing forever
Because she couldn’t take the pain anymore
He slides in and out of her
He feels pleasure
She feels pain
He tells her she’s beautiful
Too beautiful
He doesn’t want any boy to have her
He wants her for himself
She always thought he was joking
She hears his voice, but she blocks it out
She hopes it will end soon
He’s not done yet
He’s enjoying it too much
She is praying for it to be over
She says a little prayer
Like her mother taught her to do at night
Her mother says God always listens
God didn’t hear her that day
When she needed Him the most
Did she do something to deserve this?
She tries to scream for help, but he covers her mouth
She can’t breathe and is slowly losing consciousness
He says he’s ready to explode and told her to relax
As if she was a willing party
She holds on for dear life while he is invading her very core
Is she still alive?
Where’s her mother?
She knows she’s alive in the physical form
But she’s dead inside
He tells her to tell no one of this
He told her she was a good girl
He’s satisfied now and gets off her
He leaves her naked on the floor
She is ashamed to look at herself
She feels so small and confused
He told her to shower before her mother comes home
She tries to get up, but her knees buckle under her
Her inner thigh was on fire
She can’t move
Who will she tell…her mother?
Will she believe her?
She keeps her secret to herself
Because she wants to be a good girl
Who will believe her anyway?
By J. Robbins-Clacema
Dette Poetry Corner by Judette Robbins-Clacema 