Picture by Arushi Rawat

The way you stare at me,

you give me that ill feeling,

I feel,

these bruises on my knees,

they are not heeling.

Your eyes are full of evil,

your wicked smile, I see,

you are a devil,

leave me alone I plea.

Slowly struck the clock eleven,

I hope tonight he just falls asleep,

as, here in intense pain, I weep,

always dreamed of heaven,

but hell is where I sleep.

Here, he comes again,

in the middle of the night,

like all those years,

pinned me down,

as he covers my mouth,

and demanded me to be quiet.

After all those years of abuse,

I finally ran away,

living in healing solitude,

far away from the g