Broken figurines
Shattered plates
Chaos in the kitchen
Chaos in the living room
A corridor with a tale
A home so gray
Tears in her eyes
A teenager weeping
A young lady with scars
Too many scars…too many
stories
Her skin…a storybook
Her scars…the chapters
One author
Four characters
A pretty damsel
The abused teenage
An abusive father
A blind brother
A wayward mother
A home in shambles
A weak foundation
Decaying pillars
A teenager with legs apart
The legs that welcomed a
protector...her protector!
A protector who defiled
his seed
Her brother
A blind brother
Helpless but knowing
Her screams stabbed his
heart
Screams of abuse and pain
The screams intensified
as the protector plunged deeper
Their protector
A heartless father!
A groan escapes the
brother’s lips
He weeps helplessly
Banging on the locked
door that separated him from her
Her screams turn to
silence
Silence that brings a
new darkness
He could feel the room
darken thou he was sightless
He shivered as goose bumps appeared on his dark skin
The door closes
And then again the
teenager cries
A cry of bitterness and
spite
Her mother nowhere to
be found
Out and away in search
of a new lover
A lover with a purse full
of gold coins
This was his world
His home
He was blind but he saw
it all
He hated this home
But it was still his
home
It was the only home he
knew
Tears dripping down his
chubby cheeks
He walks towards the
heat
Towards the warmth from
the blazing sun
Stretching his hands
In search of the warm
wood
Alas he touched it
This was his favorite
spot
This was his favorite
chair
Despite the sadness
surrounding him
He found joy
sitting in this chair
Enjoying the sight
before him
Staring as the gray
curtains
The gray curtains of
blindness!
By Sylvia Chika
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