A Lonesome Trip To Hell… At Ten

It is the sound;
The heavy steps echoing,
The vibration; getting closer,
Stealthily, slowly and heavy.
My body freezes,
Another trip to hell.

The door cracks open;
I pretend to be dead asleep.
I kill my breathing,
To the minimum.
Silence,
That I can’t hear myself breathe.
Afraid of another trip to hell.

His face close to mine,
The stench is suffocating.
Cheap alcohol and tobacco,
Stings my nostrils.
My body stiffens,
At the thought of the trip to hell.

He’s Mom’s boyfriend,
He undresses me completely;
I’m only ten,
A minute later, he turns over,
Smiling.
I’m drenched in his sweat.
I dread this trip to hell.