With each flash of lightning
A memory haunts her still
She is forced to remember his face
And she is unable to forgive
Praying to forget

With each sound of thunder
She hears him coaxing her
Making her believe this is what she deserves

With each drop of rain
She feels the rotten saliva from his kiss
She feels his hands upon her
With his dirtiness wrapped around her

With each breeze of wind
She feels her innocence being blown away
She feels his voice in her ear
Telling her this is "our little secret"
She cannot believe that ten could be such an ugly number

With every flash of lightning
She sees a scared little girl
Who was broken by a man she didn't know

With every sound of thunder
She hears herself crying out
To her father
Who somehow seemed not to hear

With every drop of rain
She feels tears of neglect
From a father that never cared

With every breeze of wind
That haunting memory is blown into her
And she cannot get rid of it

And with every storm
She turns back into ten
And is forced to relive all she longs to forget
And she realizes, forgiveness will never
Be her strong point.

12/01/2004

Posted on 12/01/2004
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