Akbar Fida Anonta

Coming from school, she felt the smack as
A deep voice grabbed her right from the back,
“Where have you been? I’ve been waiting.”
She pretends not to see, head down and walking.

Grabbed her hands, like a beast to its prey;
She said, “Waiting at home, it’s my Aunt May.”
He didn’t listen, neither did he care,
Pinned her down on a cold, dirty stare.
And why would he listen, upon her rejection?
Locking eyes and licking lips, time for a lesson.
A lesson that would certainly make her pay,
A lesson and an impression, forever to stay.

He didn’t care. Took her somewhere,
For a lesson now he will teach,
In a dark dark world, far out of reach.
To see the light she had once seen,
Or the air she once felt, soothing and green.
All she knew was he was a beast,
Scavenging through her flesh and skin.

Merciless!

She tried to break free, yes she did.
But the strong grip of his beasty palm,
The wounds and bruises made her weak.
Now, she couldn’t scream, couldn’t cry,
But then she saw indeed, she saw a lie.
Saw a soul with hyena’s eyes,
Ready to put his talon through its prey;
Like a mighty vulture would, be it night or day.

Hours went by, and weaker she got,
Her body now trembled, though her will did not.
She wanted to live, dance, see, and laugh,
But all gone forever, for she was not ready to ‘love.’