You took away my innocence.
You told me that I’m sacred and I should be “protected” from the world, then why did you throw me out for the world to scratch each inch pf flesh on by my body?
You said “shh shh shh” whenever you did things that shouldn’t have been done to a child and told me to keep it as our little secret by handing over a packet of milk chocolates.
You laughed with my parents on my innocence and cuteness while you took me to the dark to push all your filthiness inside me!
I bled, I bled for every time in the greed of packets of chocolates, thrill of keeping our little yet dark secret, I bled for every time you used me as an object.
When your daughter was touched by a watchman of your building, you beat the shit out of him and saw to it that he was hospitalized,
But you kept touching me everywhere!
My mother saw it too, when you… when you were doing the act but she also said “shh shhh shh, he’s you’re uncle”
I didn’t know what to do!
She sent me to boarding school with all these things in my little mind, with just one instruction – “keep it as a secret”
I was sad because I wouldn’t be getting chocolates anymore, I was sad that I will not be able to see my mother every day!
Today, when I go back to the memories of me bleeding and you saying “sshh sshh sshh”, it brings a shiver down my spine,
Now, even a look towards you is like dying a thousand times.
You must be assuming that I forgot about the filthiness, the blood, the chocolates,
But the wrappers of the chocolates are still with me as “Our Little Secret”.