Dark

She looked on in the dark. Her dark. Perfect as it enveloped her. She was naked. Beautiful and she didn't know.He had tainted her again and even though nobody could see it, it tainted her soul, the crevices of it. She felt the warm sticky fluid inside her thighs and she cried. She cried for every thing. She cried for the ache , she cried for the pain. She cried because he said he loved her. She cried because nobody knew. She cried because they judged her anyway. She cried because. She cried. Long and hard. She remembered everything, the pain, the sharp pain, the way he grabbed at her hair, the way he slapped her, his mirthless laughter , the cruelty of it all, the times she actually felt herself enjoying the pain. She remembered the first time. Ma had just died. The night of the funeral, he had drunk himself to stupor , his breath reeked of stale cigarettes. He wasn't like this... her sickness and eventual death broke him. Made him this... this unrecognisable monster feeding on her pain. She hated him, damn it. She remembered how he came to her room lumbering in the dark,  her dark. She remembered how he grabbed her and tore off her clothes. She remembered how she screamed and he laughed. She remembered feeling the warmth of her own blood seeping down her legs. This wasn't how she imagined her first time will be. She remembered the first time she cried for the loss of everything.  Her ma and her innocence. She remembered when she felt the first rush of vomit. She remembered seeing her broken world crash again. He always came. She always remembered.  She looked on in the dark.  Her dark.