He didn't even let her say 'no',
He was so smart enough to lock the door, separating them both from the outside world and others,
He made sure that she was one with the bed,
He immobilised her as a whole,
And that one smile he had was so sinister yet sweet, what a disgusting mixture of emotions,
But again, she was just a 5, 6 or 7 year old little girl,
And there was only one sentence that he casted on her, "Let's play a game."
Hesitation she showed, they were on the bed. She was scared, confused and worried. But he made her quiet;
And the first step to the game was to taste with the tongue.
Even now, that one taste is so filthy at the tip of her tongue that she bites her tongue everytime she feels it;
But again, the innocence of a little girl is so much dangerous, sharper than a knife and flaming.
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Tales of A Libra
PoesiaThe author wonders why most of the poems she has read are all about love. Will life be constantly surrounded by love? If yes, why she has not found one? However, suddenly there was a song, and a starry night, that inspired her to write. And follow h...