The Scene: a dark basement in the shadow of night <br />where dirty, perverted things are done out of sight. <br />His stealthy, secret visits are furtively made <br />by the torch of his eyes and the tip of his spade. <br /> <br />Her eyes are like hollows in the back of a cave, <br />dug deep in her skull like bare bones in a grave. <br />No matter her protests nor the tears that she cries, <br />he tells her that she will like it, knowing he lies. <br /> <br />She wonders why her mother and no one else cares, <br />why no one else hears the creaking beneath the stairs. <br />His forcible entry hides behind the locked door, <br />the dark stain of her torment drips to the dirt floor. <br /> <br />Her young mind is ringing like a slave market bell, <br />and she chokes on his love that reminds her of hell. <br />With deep strokes of plunder, he buries with his pike, <br />weighs her body down beneath his hard hammer's strike. <br /> <br />The long length of his dagger is plunged to the hilt <br />and carves his initials in the flesh of her guilt. <br />Her sanity hangs upon a weakening thread. <br />'I told you you would like it, ' was all that he said.<br /><br />Linda Marie Van Tassell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-daughter-deflowered/
