She Was Only 8
(Poem will be in 2-3 Parts)
(Part 1)
A child’s smile
So innocent. So loving.
A stranger’s hands
So rough. Coarse and brutal.
He takes the girl by her hand
He says, “I will take good care of you”
The little girl knows no better
She was only 8.
The car door slams shut
Like a great shark closing its
sharp, jagged jaws on its prey.
She questions where they’re going
He ignores; his grip on the wheel tightens
His knuckles protruding from his pale skin
He’s nervous and shaky,
Eyes wildly flashing, checking his rearview mirror every second
The little girl is scared.
By the time they had arrived the sky was thunderous
The girl looked around, eyes drenched in fear
She begged him to bring her back
He hit her fiercely; the light faded from her eyes
She was only 8