Shoulders pinned to the bed, he hovers like a thief in the night. Lights flashing, the scent of cigars burning her nose. He’s brought them home with him again. She screams, but the room is silent. Her voice caught in the back of her throat, wondering if her mother will save her this time. Each tear that stains the sheets is another loss of innocence at the hands of the beast.

A.J. Luna