I know a girl.
She was 14
clothed in child-like innocence, the brightest amongst a galaxy of stars, waiting to shine
until you came. Why did you come?
You made her pray in the morning
and preyed on her at night
you made the sound of her cry your soundtrack
She cried "please, stop", you heard "harder"
You poured yourself into her and stirred her in different positions
stripped her of her innocence and robbed her of the only childhood she knew
Uncountable times you did it, and turned her sweat into blood
you made her a walking trauma
you, dirty man.
you, who she called uncle,
but she has imprints of your fingers on her breasts
scars that will not go away
visual memories that will cling to her for life,
like her wet clothes on her body, soaked with tears.
So go away, wicked uncle, we do not need your sweets.
