The Innocent (#100WordStory – Image based FlashFiction)

Trekking up the mountain realms,                                        
Were those evil hands, again in her dream,
Profound, dark shadows etched on her mind,
Unforgettable, beckoning her every time,
Reminders of a gruesome past,
Wanton grope and inappropriate acts,
Innocent to life’s gory facts, when all of eight,
Yet to be educated, but now way too late,
Engulfed by anger, hatred, disgust,
She fought, desperately wanting to punish herself,
Wrote to vomit her guilt and distress,
All in vain, for she was into a cavernous abyss
Years later, with love, she won, flew her kites,
Got out, let it out, high into the skies

 

MMPR

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