You cut me.
Do I bleed?
Not with a river of red
But with drops
Slowly falling down,
Measured, like my breathing is
As I wait, motionless,
for an apology.
But there is only silence.
Your hands,
Those long fingers,
Knew me so well.
You claimed every inch of my body
As yours,
To do with as you wanted.
My voice was gagged.
I made a list of words
I should have said:
Help!
Stop!
No...
But you were my elder
So I obeyed.
No questions asked.
I kept bleeding
Until the day my family moved
To a new state
And you had to stop.
Even your hands couldn't
Reach that far.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 12:59 AM UTC
You cut me.
Do I bleed?
Not with a river of red
But with drops
Slowly falling down,
Measured, like my breathing is
As I wait, motionless,
for an apology.
But there is only silence.
Your hands,
Those long fingers,
Knew me so well.
You claimed every inch of my body
As yours,
To do with as you wanted.
My voice was gagged.
I made a list of words
I should have said:
Help!
Stop!
No...
But you were my elder
So I obeyed.
No questions asked.
I kept bleeding
Until the day my family moved
To a new state
And you had to stop.
Even your hands couldn't
Reach that far.
