A Family Secret
Rating: PG-13
Author: Lady Hiko

Dark night,
Starry night,
I clench my breast with fear and fright.

He towers above me,
As from my sore head my feet are no longer below me.
On the floor I lay in a sprawl,
His breath stinks of alcohol,

My heart races,
Above me he no longer paces.
A gun he pulls from his pocket,
While I whimper as he cocks it.

Above me he takes his aim,
All the while calling me to blame.
In my sprawl, I plead for my life,
But as when he was choking me, my desire for life was all too trite.

It was supposed to be all over in a flash,
But all that happened was my insides he did smash.
I opened my eyes,
And to my surprise,
I was still alive.

Searing pain shot through my being,
And crimson clouded my eyes to show where I was bleeding.

A hole in my head,
I should be dead.
But here I am,
Feeling just like Spam.

I tried to get up, but to my surprise,
My very feet would not move before my eyes .
I was paralyzed.
I tried to scream,
But couldn't, even with all my regime.

The guy seemed to notice it,
And thought to take advantage of it.
I saw an evil glint in his eye,
But could do nothing from where I lye.

Through my paralyzed state,
My mind had begun to quake.
I prayed for death with all my soul and being,
Because now it was my only way of fleeing.

Anything would be better than being with this man,
And to see all his rubbing hands.
Though I was paralyzed, I wasn't blind,
No matter how I tried to block it out of my mind.

And when he got off me, he wasn't finished yet,
For he sat down for hours in front of my television set.
And when he came back, and I was still alive to his surprise,
I saw fear flash within his eyes.

Out the door he had fled,
And I thought I could rest peacefully within my deathbed.
But within the hour, he came back,
A gallon of gasoline he had got in his treck.

After splashing gasoline around my place,
He splashed it up and down my face.
I couldn't protest from my place on the floor,
Though if I could've, I'd had run for the door.

No words could portray my fear,
As with a flame he came near.
And with a flick of his hand,
Within my palm the flame did land.

Within seconds the flame licked its way up from my hand,
As he quickly fled from my land.
Within minutes my body was set aflame,
As my entire soul was set into pain.

I feel as though I'm being burned at the stake,
As my body wrenched to quake.
I finally let out an unearthly scream,
And then I felt a heavenly beam.

And so I left my body and mind,
As my spirit left the world behind.
I left the stench of my burning flesh,
And my body in its painful mesh.

Do not feel sorry for me,
For now I am pain free.
That man can no longer follow me,
For my soul is now free.

~ In memory of my Aunt Joyce who was painfully murdered by three people as
depicted here, on January 9th, 2001...my 16th birthday.

One song comes to mind now that I have written this:

I will remember you...
Will you remember me? ...
Don't let your life, pass you by...
Weep not for the memory...