Is she the only one who can hear
him sneaking up the stairs?
The creaking of the door -
Now he is by her bed.
She is screaming but noone hears.
His big hand is over her mouth.
Not even the angels in Heaven
came to the little girls rescue.

Where is her Mother?
Why dosen't she come and help her?
And make the big man leave the
little girl alone.

Now he is finished and he is leaving.
But all too soon, once again, she
will hear the creaking.
As the Devil himself slips into her room.

Torture
Dedicated To All Abuse Victims

Strong devour the weak - even in humans.
Man conquers all.
He grabbed her by the throat, the belt
menancingly poised in the sunlight.
It cracked like a weathered whip.

Something hit her legs like pellets, her
body writhing in pain.
The wind blew againist her riddled body
lying in the dirt.
Quivering like a leaf in a lazy wind.
Blood covered the dry and dusty earth.

When she awoke, the sky was overcast and
starless. The rain came suddenly.
She began to laugh hysterically; and she
wondered how it was possible to laugh
in the darkness and the rain.

Running For My Life
Dedicated To: All Incest Survivors

I am running for my life.
Across the creek.
My feet are bare.
Over the barren slopes.
I'm itching with uneasiness.
I must fight to survive.

I see a hiding place
Quickly I hid behind it.
It was a huge hollow log.
I hear his footsteps passing
me overhead.
But I found to my horror I was not alone.
The long and slinking form
could only belong to one source.
A snake was crawling towards me.
My fear of the man was much greater
then this new intruder.
Even if I die now it won't be
from that man's hands.

It was under the roof of stars
as the moon shed its rays.
Before I gathered enough courage to
come out.
And once outside, I saw the dewy
sprouts on the cliff beside of me.

Then I followed the trail back down
from the mountains.
My shirt was ruined. I was dirty
and scratched.
But I preferred this to the touch -
of his flithy, prying fingers.
His sour and rancid breath.
Doing things that should not be done.

I would rather feel the touch of that
reptile on my skin.
Then the snake that lives in our house.
The man sent from Hell to torment my very soul.