Part 1
The chill was back!
Funny how intensified each time.
…more than on that fateful day
‘Oh’! ,
she let out a sigh.
Her mind must be playing tricks on her.
Not again!
She was in a good place!
It was over!
…too late…
She can see him now,
That look of lust in his eyes
this kind failed to match his smile..
That smile, _ was hungry.
Goosebumps hit her.
She remembers fighting,
….throwing her fists,
….screaming through his thick palm
Hoping, … someone would hear,
..someone would fix her ripped skirt..
She had shut her eyes to prevent soaking up his sweat.
He reeked. ,
Of alcohol and wickedness.
Or she stinked! !??
… a stench of shame and hatred.
Her sobs were speaking,..
..empty nothings in whispers..
Even now
They still spoke,
sighs and groanings only her pillows could witness
This was her life.
resigned to flashbacks of his ‘misdeamenour’
resigned.
to memories of shame.
No one could decipher her demeanor
No one can erase pain.
No one!
Except,
A rope on a fan.
(to be continued….)
~ sheyla ~