The radiance of the trophy in her hands was outshone by her luminosity.
Amity was murdered.
Her Appa kept waiting to hug his six years old gem.
What reached home was her body mutilated by the lust hungry demon.
Now only stayed the souvenir of her victory...
The glittering trophy!
Big agony of my life...
They abused me as a disgrace to be born ever.
They slapped me accusing to sell my body to anonymous men at night.
They referred to me as a toy men would find on bed with them.
They spat on my face.
Biggest agony of my life...
They smashed my past on my baby's face..
predicting my little angel to walk her mother's steps!!
Are those eyes..no they are the craving of the blind.
Are those ears...no can't be as he couldn't hear her brutal cries.
Are those hands...no but the weapon which thrashed her skin.
Is that mouth..no but the abusive tool which degraded his image.
Is that heart..no its a stone which didn't even stop him from exploiting her body.
Are we humans..yes though dead inside the living flesh.
Continue with Social Accounts
Facebook Googleor already have account Login Here