Talons on Hunt
TALONS ON HUNT
Guilt ridden on her mind,
Guilt of her pain,
Guilt of not shield her boundaries
Like a burden, your sin,
Hangs on her soul
To the dark room
Where she was wet with tears
and numb with pain.
Her brown hair brushed with wet tears
and laid against her cheek.
Her soft white legs was controlled.
with your Grubby hand,
She was telling you to STOP No
She was dying, abused and crying
How did you not know she was
Suffocating, shaking by guilt and shame.
She thought touch
suppose to was love.
Because everybody loves her, wants to play with her
How would that child know what happening to her,
Too much for 4yrs to bear that hell of pain
Life time she spent hiding your evil truth,
And sorrow of her pain.
Again,again her memory
Riding to dark room
Where you controlled her hand.
And put on the black blood
But now she found sharp part of her self
And touch him as,
TALONS ON HUNT
© 2022 Anwesha Pandey
