Lost at midnight..
White coloured sheets turned red at midnight,
Nothing heard but my own gasps and pleads to be free,
Muffled tears and animal like growls,
Get off me; I’m only thirteen, only flirting…
Untouched skin, now tarnished by grasps that sink deep into my memoir,
Forced to drink away my own innocence from a rusty old cup,
I am no longer a child…
Written by Laurna Guiste
On behalf of the children who have been raped, molested and sexually abused. May God bring the remedying you need.