And how will it feel when you almost lost your virginity
But not your first kiss
Almost lost your innocence
Yet you were just learning alphabets
When your father’s scent wasn’t comforting
And your brother’s playful hits were terrifying
Somewhere in the awful world called trauma…
The touch of love and whispers of lust became identical for her….
Inside the windows of her heart
She suffers,
Yet never let the drapes down…
Along the rhythm of tears
She smiles….
Perfectly, just like a clown…