“The Exorcism” portrays an enormity that haunts the gardens of childhood; gardens where aesthetically bloomed flowers smell like blood and their essence is venomous enough to disrupt the happy axons and their synapses.
“You hear? – she grips your arm and takes you there.
There – A chamber so dark, a box which bears.
Bear – Boasts just its playthings, need not be scared.
Scare – I wish only toys were at what she glared.
Glare – Room fills with that Assassin; ask what he dared..?
Dare – I merely hear, She’s over there; bare.
Bare – A rip here, a tear there, a scar there, EVERYWHERE.
Tear – Even Incubus would an open war declare.
Declare – Against that Assassin, for empty went prayers.
Prayer – Yet she offers – her hope for repair.
Repair – Nights still bring her wretched nightmare.
Nightmare – Screams blare, life all bare. God, why unfair?”
I request parents to build confidence in their children so they can reach out to them if violated or abused.
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