Thoughts flutter throughout the day. Few stay, few flit, few need to be celebrated. Thoughts are man’s gift, valuable enough to cherish for infinity. In a hope to immortalize those thoughts, I etch words onto this blog wishing all the way to carry them further into the world.
Saturday, 14 September 2013
I want to be punished no more, daddy.
Slap!
What wrong
have I done, daddy?
Slap!
Why? Why
do you hit me daddy?
A bottle clanks,
glass shatters
I see a shred in your hands.
My skin is ripped open
Don’t
daddy, it hurts!
Someone yells
something loud
Your voice
sounds like a monster daddy.
Something warm and soft hits me
the food I cooked for you
Do you not
like it, daddy?
You kick me
I hold on
mommy will be home soon,
and she will tend to me again.
She will make me promise
to speak of this to no one.
I do that
daddy because I love you.
Thump!
The door bangs as you walk out
I know where you are going
When will
you ever stop drinking daddy?
I want to
be punished no more.
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Manisha, what a sad scenario! I don't understand why do people drink when they don't have stomach to digest it :-(
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