frightened by the little black thing
that followed her everywhere
for she had an ugly past
that couldn't be easily forgotten.
No, not because she didn't want to forget,
But because she was forced to remember
The night that changed everything.
Relationships were a thing of the past.
And now, they didn't matter to her anymore.
Her nights were spent, weeping
Still, she managed through
But what she dreaded the most
was the broad daylight that made her grieve.
The days that followed were darker than the nights
because she had to face 'em all.
The hungry eyes ogling at her curves,
made her sink deeper into her isolation.
That night could have been forgotten
if it had been someone else
Someone, she didn't know
Someone, she didn't care about
But she knew him well
He was someone, who was so dear to her
Someone, whose blood flowed in her
Disrespect came from her own father
The man she respected the most
And the same man gave her pain
the most unfavourable experience of sex.
She wanted her first time to be the best
In the arms of the man of her dreams
But this made her hate it
Her dream crushed by her own father
Whose bloodshot eyes,
Pierced through her nakedness.
But the ill deed had been done
Scared she was, of the dark
And the little black thing,
Her own shadow,
That followed her everywhere
A few days back, I recalled reading a book about girl who was raped by her father. I don't remember which book it was because I read it as a kid. But since the last 2-3 days, it has been bothering me a lot. I don't know what made me immerse my thoughts into a disgraceful act like this. I really wanted to write about it here. Though I had thought of coming up with a write up on this but I found myself at a loss of words. I couldn't really understand the pain which a daughter could face in such a situation. Maybe, I never will. But my heart just leaps out whenever I think about something like this.