Daddy, Stop!

Sitting in the corner,

Wiping my tears
He’s raging at me,
I cover my ears.

Shaking his fist,

Red in the face
Leaning over me,
Crowding my space.

I don’t know what,

I’m supposed to have done
To make him so angry,
At me and my mum.

I’m shaking now,

Pale faced with fear
Struggling to breathe,
Suffocating in here.

The next thing I know,

A swift blow to my head
Seeing stars now,
Cowering with dread.

“Daddy!” I scream,
But it’s too late
The look in his eye,
Is pure hate.

“You slut!” he yells,

And kicks me twice
Pulling my hair,
He slaps me thrice.
He tugs at my shirt,
The material tears
Exposed to him,
He simply stares.

Throwing me down,
Removing his pants
Ripping my clothes,
He’s in a trance.

Slapping my face,
He pushes in
His face is contorted,
Masked in sin.

After several thrusts,

He pulls out
Hitting me hard,
And begins to shout.

I begin to sob,
But he still yells
‘I hate him’ I think,
He’s going to hell.

Finally at last,
He leaves my room
I climb in my covers,
This bed is my tomb.