Trampled Soul

Trampled Soul 

(This is the story of a girl who faced rape in childhood. The words resemble her emotions. She writes this in her diary, let's feel her pain! )

Hey, dear diary,

"It was my daily evening. My soul became the victim of a beast. How can I describe how he has become my soul? He started touching me by the neck. Those teeth marks are still on my neck. He scratched me from the neck down. It had no effect on my screams. He tied my mouth when I screamed. That breath made me suffocate and that beast with my body, my soul. He went on scratching. The slavery that started from the neck, he rested on my insides. He scratched me so much just like the eagle's beak on the snake. I was bleeding. My clothes were red because of pain and wickedness. My muscles were withered. To save those screams of pain in an eye mascara. My mouth had become calloused.

He had run away trampling me 

By trampling my soul..!" 

And ....this is the only memory of childhood. I never forget that evening. Somebody says right 

" Mann me jakham jaldi nahi bharte" 

With love 

Your Trampling Soul