By: Tehniat Fatima Ahmed
He creeps by throughout the night
Sleep slipping away from her, not for the first time
Invisible, the menace cackles to himself
Alas, a bunch of vulnerable, pathetic creatures was at his mercy
Sweat gleams on her forehead as fear drips into her
Marathons of shivers crawl up her spine, untying her
The heartless cannibal tiptoes towards her, his eyes glistening with thirst
Freezing, she squeezes her eyes shut, petrified to be the water
The fire that blazes in his pupils is fierce and prominent
The nights always prove to be merciless.
Wailing and screaming, she drowns herself with guilt and blame
Alas, jerks never learn the lesson the say way
Thick skulls and fat egos, that is
Shade engraves itself within her, killing herself to stop this madness
The madman not yet bound seizes her and no tale remains untold
Used and losing worth she cries her heart out but keeps her mouth sealed
Manipulated her, he grins, satisfaction enjoying the throne
Quiet, alone and rude, self-loathe trickles in her
What had she become?
Whistling, he enjoys pushing slow death towards her
Hopeless, she embraces it, painful but warm
Celebrating every moment while the mute toy vanishes slowly
Besides, tonight is another night, another sin, another victim to lay down boneless
Thousands of previous preys lay strewn
Millions of them weep themselves sick, fighting life for its purpose
Thy party overjoyed, the purpose being fulfilled
Terror running through the veins of every innocent soul
Lips stitched together, lubricated by the saltiness
Useless, weren’t they?
As worthless as they come.
No, they were the characterless ones.
And they will burn in the kiln of decease forever
Because, it isn’t your fault, my child.
It isn’t your fault
To say that one can stay quiet when harassment and rape knock at one’s door is to applaud them for the rest of their lives. But, my old me was naïve enough to be muffled quiet. As the speech didn’t arrive, I picked up my pen.
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