Uncle Joe

She stared at her bloodied panties
Tears fell out her eyes
as she numbly put on her dress
Over her sore legs
She walked unsteadily  out
of the house leaving her
self confidence and pride
behind
Why her??
Uncle Joe, he was the
least person she expected
She had cried, pleaded,
writhed and begged but to
no avail
He had had his way with
her
It was her fault wasn’t it? 
she should have stayed put in her room 
but she was hungry 
Why didn’t her parents just leave her at home alone, 
she didn’t need baby sitting 
Now look what’s he’s done 
she needed to erase everything 
Suicide!!!
Or maybe cuts??
How does she remove the
feel of his hands all over
her body??
Should she tell someone??
Can she return to her
normal life??
Can this pain ever go
away??

The reality is that nothing
can be done.