smile

her head hurt like hell.

bleeding.

fuck, that hurt!

she sat up a little dazed..

how long was she unconcious?

had she been raped?

her recollection was hazy.

she looked around...and saw the disarray.

then she saw the body.

he smelled of whisky.

and he was blue...

hard, cold and blue.

yes, he'd come at her.

almost every night, he'd come.

fetid and limp dicked, he'd come at her.

while her mother was out.

while the world slept.

he'd come at her.

screams and moans...

the bruise on his head

he wouldn't.

he wouldn't anymore.

that fat sodden bastard wouldn't.

and after years, she grinned a broken toothed smile.