Midnight Encounters

As I laid there my body thumping
my mind seemed to be twisted
with unholy thoughts.

So silent everything became
when I saw the shadow near.
My breathing became heavier.

My panting he had to hear.
He knelt on his knees
slowing crawling my way.

My eyes filled with fear
As if evil was nearing my way.
What was going to happen

Could I scream and make it
all go away?
mortal as it seems I shed
a tiny tear.

His hands dark and dirty
black like hells pit of fury.
Monstrous like a damned demon troll.

Red that did swarm him
made me panic even more.
What was he going to do to me?

This was of course the first night.

As he crawled closer
he neared my shaking legs.
Took his grotesque hands

To spread my trembling sweetness apart.
My muscles did ache from
clenching them to hard.

Not knowing what to do as if
he stole my tiny voice.
All I did was lay there never making a noise.

I let him spread them far.
He then pulled me up closer,
to wrap my legs around his waist;

Thrusting pain inside.
Never slowing, just making me ache.
Was this all worth it to give him
my loving touch?

All I did was pray
for him to go away.
but each and every night

I saw him on display.
Always running his fingers
up my trembling thighs.

Telling me I was a sinner
and belonged in the depths of Hell.
Oh God, Why?

I never had the courage
always letting him in my room.
I think deep down inside,

I always kinda knew.
A mask he had placed
upon his all too familiar face.

For breakfast would come,
and daddy would always ask
"So muffin, how did you sleep?"