Posted: October 17, 2015 in Melancholia



Only a dozen years, she can already taste the terror

It starts with the blanket of night, her mother’s exit

Works all night and sleeps all day, Can you hear the foot falls?

A creaking door heralds his presence, He comes to steal the night.


The moon stands and hopelessly stares, reflecting the sun

Shadows dance as the wind whistles by, an ominous tune

Air around her crumbles like dominoes as his breath pierces

Potent, the alcohol poisons her nose and sears her lungs


She scratches and claws, his back are brick walls

His breath is thick and heavy causing her skin to crawl

He strikes at her, she bites her lip and stifles a scream

Her resolve is steel, this night she will not let him win.


With no one to save her from her demon, she shuts her eyes

It will be over soon, she has walked this road before

The pain is just a dream, it hurts but only in her head now

So you abandoned me to my fate? It is you I now hate.


In her fingers, vibrations of tremors that shook in her heart

She reaches under her pillow and touches the hilt

The cold is the only warmth she feels as he ravages her

A memento of his last assault, she grabs and thrusts deep.

The Aventurine.

  1. Gere Ochuko says:

    Each sentence held the defintion of the horror and pains.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Aventuяine says:

    Thanks for reading.☺


  3. Jupiterusi says:

    She never forgives the day nor will she the impersonator of the devil

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Akhuemonkhan ODION says:

    great poem with great insight. love the theme. let talk about sexual vices against females.

    Liked by 1 person

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