Shower Curtain

Water poured over me

The curtains fung open

You had flooded me

Your hands melting into me

Burning me and leaving welts

You savaged me body in this room

You continued although I was only 14

You persisted because I was an object

I was your daughter therefore I belonged to you

I was to do as I was told under that peaceful waterfall

Nothing was to escape this room

No sound

No retellings

No memories

And yet my emotions carried me

You had left and I continued to scrub

The filth never-ending

The dirt seeping into my soul deeper

You took innocence and replaced it with pestilence.