The Cleansing

Nighttime horrors

 

 

The Cleansing

i hate the night
it brings bad things
to my room
the nightlight doesn't
help
it only illuminates the
goings on

he's over again-
staying another night in
mommy's room
he kissed my forehead
and whispered something
in my ear that
only he and i could hear

i'm supposed to be asleep
but the minutes ticking on
my clock sound like
footsteps
i drift off for a few
minutes only to open my
eyes and see him standing
there

he tries to shush away my
sobbing
tracing my tears with his
fingertips before rubbing
them on his lips
the buttons on my gown are
magically undone and i feel
myself being pushed back

i stare at the ceiling while
the thrusting continues

seconds float above me as my
flesh is tampered

i breathe through my mouth as
our sinful stench attacks me

then he leaves, closing the
door before heading into
the same bathroom i will wait
an hour before visiting
he washes off evidence while
i try to exorcise shame

the daytime brings the same
question my mom asks
everytime he stays over:
"Why do i hear the shower
at night?"
i look into her eyes and
search for signs of intelligence

her hollow look echoes my soul

 

Reviews

[SPINNING ON that dizzy ..]

this is incredible in the words, the tone, the emotion, the way you lay it out like it is an accounting of facts... My daughter once asked me, when she was about 6 - what do monsters look like? I know she wanted me to say something like green and fangs.... but I said - the worst ones, you don't know until they show you..... You saw one, and my heart goes out to you.

Kath

[~crazy Beautiful~]

wow this hurt my heart, so sad.
It's awful to think that things like this do happen.
the last line
unbelievable way to end it
Nice work