The cry from a young girl, it turned into a scream
Putting my hand over my ears, I prayed it was a dream
A voice so deep and threatening, gave a blood curdling laugh
Don’t cover your eyes up girl you are the next one in the bath.
Pulling down my fingers, I saw he held her in the bath
The terror in her eyes yet all he could do was laugh
He held her under the water, her arms and legs kicked in fear
He let her breathe for a second, saying ‘it’s your turn soon my dear.’
I could not move my legs; they were tied with a black tie
My naked body battered, I couldn’t even cry
The little girl no more than five, her screams no longer heard
He looks disappointed, my eyesight was now blurred
He hoisted me in his arms; I tried to scream so loud
He plunged me in the water; her hair covered her like a shroud
There was no room for two, her body floated there
One last bubble from her nose, the last escape of air.
My legs were tied, my arms were free, a scream through the air did rend
Was I to die and spend my end, in a bath with my dead friend?
The face of my mother hovered over me the face of my father there too
Their arms were holding out, but there was nothing they could do.
My head held down, my fingers pulled at the hair of my now dead friend
The pressure of his hand on me it was then, I knew, now was the end
Why oh why didn’t we listen we were told never to speak to strangers
The answer came too late; we never ever saw the dangers.
Contest entry. Poems to keep you awake at night.
© 3/06/2013 GG