MYRA

GULLIBILITY

She was silent, always like a cry would escape her heart. She was like assortment of feelings secured and secluded. The penknife never left her waist, hanging dangerously wanting to run from her mind. A little chuckle when she went invisible stabbed her chest drawing tears on her large sweet honey eyes; Myra's world was always burnt down by blood. Her body reflections was too oblivious to also be praised; nothing more to do than stab every indifferent part ,she thought. Its always start with the face, I wish my eyes never sees it, I wish my eyes cured the curses .
Maybe it was the legs or probably her curved back,...
"Don't look at me like that "Her mother said still holding the cane. Sometimes the tears caused the disgust of her own skin but really what does a silent soul know.
Like a little puppet she was, lied down on bare ground in a secluded dark place, her body was mocked .A permanent dirt instilled in her, how their greased hands touched her soft unbarred skin , laying on top of her taking turns ;greedily starving to eat .Eating her young body.
The lady who saved her never talked about the unawareness of Myra, She yelled at her like a little brat she assumed she was. Grabbed her little hands aggressively still cursing under her breath. ''What is really going on'', Myra wondered in her usual quietness. The young short lady gave her to her mother and whispers began. The looks they exchanged was rather strange than usual.
Words of the incident was lost in the wind and once again he continued his filthy assault in the name of playing with the kids. Sadly Myra was always his favorite toy. No matter how much she escaped he was always stronger and always choosing her. In the back of Myra's mind they all knew and watched and probably got entertained of how her own skin was always the greased one. Helix ,dark ,tall and silent in his speech always enjoyed his favorite meal anywhere anytime. Myra talked about it softly about how he does it ,how it pains. But the listener, her own mother,...looked at her with rage and ordered her to shut her mouth and the little girl did.
Then suddenly for the first time he looked at her sister. The young, loud one. But she was not like Myra, she ran and cried and told mother .The boundary was created and Myra was saved but it was too late.
In her teenage year , the memory ran deep and one question always lingered, ''Why Mother, why. What was my mistake that forced you to ignore?
Myra's mind reminded of her body. Her long hairy legs ,her slim arms and of cause the cursed back ;Janet her mother utterly disgusted and screaming how her physical body is similar to her despicable father and then it all came to light .Myra will always be the daughter of nobody and she accepted she is carrying the body of her father's an enemy and her mother's revenge on the enemy and villain of her story.
The beatings and insults was never in vain but also carried only tears not any emotions to hold into. There was never a hope of change only obedience and acceptance of everything and always being silent no matter what. That was Myra's world.
Every sibling stepped on the silent rag whatever chance they got and then there was Kaleb her angel, the only one who was always there. He did not stop but he never kept quite, his eyes were Myra's eyes carried the same tears and somehow he held into the weakness of her as a protector.