Bitter Pill
She forgot how it feels like to sleep;
dreams only take her back to her past,
which she tries to forget,
repressing them with pot and sleeping pills.
She has tried to forget her episodes with sex,
but it only makes her more scared of her abuser,
who is part of her family.
He has always kissed her "goodnight"
and read her story books,
with the pretext of being a good guardian.
She always sees him in her dreams, thoughts,
and smiles of her boyfriends' faces.
Sometimes she shuts the door in her room,
then yells, crying out to her remaining spark
of bliss in her soul.
Other times she contemplates to end her pain
by taking her own life....
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2017
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