Every day somewhere in this world something like this happpens...
It is her wedding day
Hours have been spent making certain
All is perfection…
The women have bathed her and oiled her satin skin
Her hair scented with roses
Brushed until it gleams like dark silk
Eyes lined with kohl
Her virginal body
Dressed in white
Scattered with diamonds
Shimmering like stars
As they lift the veil over her young eager face
She knows that this night
This magic night..
Will change her forever
Slowly she walks down the aisle
Her uncle at her side
Feeling the glances of her family
As she nears her tomorrow
He is there..
Cool and remote
He takes her trembling hand in his
As they recite their vows
Kissing her soft mouth
He whispers
You are mine…..
Forever
Later..
The women take her upstairs and undress her
She bathes as they murmur soft words of encouragement
She hears little..
Lost in a haze of enchantment
She is so innocent
Waiting by the window
A waif in white satin
dreaming....
She hears him enter
And runs to meet him
Face lit by joy and love
Her virgin body trembling
With longing
And feels her gown ripped from her body
He tells her cruelly she will be no fine lady this night
There will be no turning back....
No solace...
She searches his face,
Disbelieving his words,
Tears trickling down her soft cheeks.
Seeing no mercy
In his wintry eyes
Hearing the soft swish of trousers
Dropping to the floor,
she runs.....
His hard hand grabs he hair and pulls her screaming back towards the bed
A blinding pain hits her left cheek
She falls.....
Roughly he grabs her slender young thighs and brutally pulls them apart
Leaving inky bruises where he gripped them
Her body bludgeoned by harsh blows
As she tries to escape his brutal grasp
With one rending shove, he enters her...
She screams in pain
Feeling her torn violated flesh giving way
Bathing her in blood
Hours he goes
Relentlessly pounding her young tender flesh
Her broken ribs beating a counterpoint
To his punishing thrusts
Later.. in hospital
She lies silent...
A still shattered figure
Of innocence lost...
Forever
You don't spare the feeling of the sensitive do you sweetie?
This is a too common story in all cultures and it cannot be told often enough or shockingly enough. Well done again.
Candida,
Raw, true and an honest write! Things indeed, that NEED to be said! My compliments my dear girl, bravo.......
Rod
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Reviewed on June 7, 2003
Candida, You built this fable well, goiing from the nervous youthful innocence of the wedding to the horror and brutality of the awful aftermath. This holds so much that is evil and yet true. Very well done!
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Oops...one more..."divorce".
Great write, Candida. As all good poetry moves the emotions, this one good me upset.
This is a too common story in all cultures and it cannot be told often enough or shockingly enough. Well done again.
Raw, true and an honest write! Things indeed, that NEED to be said! My compliments my dear girl, bravo.......
Rod
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