The child prepared
for her surprise;
she barricaded her door with
her strongest plastic chair.
For the surprise waiting for her was
not a surprise;
but a scare.

She could not say the truth;
or tell his dare,
instead she would sit;
stare and beware.

He kept forcing his surprises,
making her life a misery.

"It's a game" he would say;
"It's love, not hate".

The monster that visited her bedroom
brought a thunderous silence to her face;
as she begged with her eyes
and pleaded with her thoughts,
but daren't open her lips and let her soul escape.

But the monster didn't look at her face;
he took no pity in his own
terrible disgrace.

He carried on with his evil deed;
and planted his disgusting seed.

After the last surprise the fragile
child broke,
then went to her mother and spoke of the monster's doings.
Her mother knew and did nothing.

The broken child's pain grew stronger;
until she was released at sixteen
by the sanctuary of a knife;
the truth was a sword;
not a shield.

It didn't matter to the child anymore
as she bled to death;
and left the monster;
her abuser,
to live with his sins until he revealed the truth.

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