In the shadows he envelops me, like the veil of a virgin bride, and I wonder.
When will the ghost of his presence relinquish my dreams?
Will it not be until I am strong enough to banish him from my soul?
Will it not be until the child I hold in my heart has grown enough to withstand him?
He continues to haunt my nights.
With him come the memories, the pain of a lifetime ago.
In adolecence, the possession of a girl untried, fill my mind to swarming.
Yet, I feel him, as if he is here, not just within my imagination.
Memories so vivid as if they were taking place in this time.
The very first time he touched me, in my mind, I am there again.
I can feel the chill of the rain seeping into my very soul and I am taken back.
Cloaked in virtue, yet, feeling the hunger that hides at the heart of every woman's being.
For that was the depth of my innocence, and the passion that was hidden behind my mask of purity.
A passion that grew to obsession.
I was obsessed.
Possessed by him, by what could be.
In my youth, I failed to see the devil that lie in wait behind those ever changing eyes. |