Saturday Poem by Esther Melbourne

That night she wished it rained
It would have saved what innocence she had left
Words never sounded so sweet
Roses scent stained the palms of her 14 year old hands
Yet the bitter pain ran slowly like streams salting my cheeks
Cries crept out my lifeless fragile torso
Whilst sharpened blades point towards my neck
Warnings shouted aggressively of what’s to come
if she disobeyed His order
ashamed
Echo’s of the busy heart of London seemed so distant.
Hurried down an alleyway
Industrial garbage disposals pressed up against the walls
Steam whistles from kitchens she stood there with torn knickers around her ankles
Moments from earlier floated through her mind
Bright lights
Smiles
laughter

princess, princess he kept calling her
he was so convincing
wrapped her round his sugar coated lines
now unaware of the touch of his manhood that was yet to come late that night
he pushes his way to enter the untouched
freezing from the crisp morning breeze
she now wet with her urine entwined with his juices
she scared
alone
angry
betrayed
thoughts of
why
why hadn’t her friend looked for her
was it a plan
within seconds which felt like hours
it was over
confused
childhood stolen
zipped up with his jeans...