SARA KIL - POEMS

Sara Kil lives in Orange County, CA. She is part of the Fashioned Magazine and West Angeles Church Blog. She has her blog, kilsara.blogspot.com. Check out her other writings on fashionedmagazine.blogspot.com. You can find her work in Blue Guitar & Blue Guitar Jr. magazine, Scarlet Leaf Review, and featured in Voyage LA twice. Contact her at kilsarablog@gmail.com.

The Blood

​The little girl in a white dress; 
led to a small room with a bed.
She's told, lie down on the bed and be still,
It's hard for her; she's just a little girl,
There are people there to restrain her,

From the outside, she sees a black shadow slowly creeping into the room.
It's a tall man with a goat mask on
It's creepy, it's disturbing,
With his short stubbed horns,
With his beady eyes,
His pointy face,
And his beard.
It's evil in it's purest form.

Slowly he is moving toward her with lust, enjoying every moment.

He rapes her. She is screaming for help. People held her down.
There's blood all over the bed; she loses conscience.

Who's blood is this? His or Hers or both?
So confused, red color everywhere.

She can see his smile, on his face the smirk, 
His evil grin plastered all over his face.

The girl doesn't know what happened; she cries in pain. How can nobody help; she was screaming at the top of her lungs?
Nobody came to help.
The man slowly walked out of the room.
There is silence.
She just died inside.

The people change out the bedsheets. People get excited over the blood, licking their fingers.
She doesn't quite understand the fuss about the blood.

She leaves the room and goes to the bathroom.
She takes a bath. 
She gets forcefully dunked in the water a few times
and she gets cleaned up for her next client.

​Hospital Stay 

​The girl’s stomach hurts. 
The parents know it’s not a big deal, 
But the doctor says it’s something worse. 
The doctor tells the parents for the child to stay for two nights. 
She will spend the night. 
The child waves goodbye to her parents. 
She is in her yellow outfit holding the nurse’s hand walking through those double doors. 
The girl looks back one last time, and her mom is crying. 
And then the door closes, and she can’t see them anymore. 
She is alone in her room. 
At night, the room is dark, 
Then late at night, a man opens the door, 
He opens the door slowly, just a little, peeks in. Immediately the bright light shines only for a brief moment, 
The man comes inside, and his shadow follows, 
The man gestures to the child, 
To stay quiet. 
He lifts the blanket, 
He puts his hand under the gown. 
The child will never forget 
His face, 
His skin, 
His round glasses, 
His hair, 
Then he quickly leaves the room, just as he came. 
She didn’t understand, what just happened, and this moment will change her life. 
But the next day, a kind female nurse takes care of her. 
There is a bad, 
There is a good, 
But what do we focus more on? 
This one night, the child will never forget, will never be the same. 
That is until later on when she meets Jesus, will never be the same again.

Keep on Walking

​There is a house full of rooms.
As you walk by,
You hear something strange.
You hear screams.
You hear nothing.
You keep on walking.

Until it’s your turn,
The room is dim.
Someone holds you down.

Something strange is happening.
I am screaming at the top of my lungs.
I am nothing!
No one is listening to me.
It’s over!

As you walk back,
You know,

Your soul is crying.
Your body is numb.
You’re heartbroken.
Your mind says,

Keep on walking!

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