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Deep by Daisy Emah - Emah



Day 83
#365daypoetryforadvocacyandsocialchangechallenge


Footsteps
Held breath
Increased heart beats
The door knob turns open
He walks in as he often
Tucked away I try to hide
I am a sport he loves to find
Hands on my throat
A threat is his oath
Silence is the new me
As he has his way with me
The pain too hard to bear
As he thrust his shaft in my rear
Choking and oppressing
Threatening and hitting
Lust dancing in his eyes
As his body plays the melodies
He takes a piece of me
Stirring a hatred for me
Death please take me soon
In the grave I'd rather swoon
Satisfied with his victory
While I cower in my misery
He turns and walks away
Only to return the following day


Daisy Emah-Emah hails from Akwa Ibom State, Studied Computer Science. A social development worker who loves bringing change, currently volunteering for an NGO and loves writing.

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