His Purity in Hell

Ice cream fudge

girl licks sweetly

carelessly

not realizing

an anticipating wolf.

Skipping rope

girl hops about

happily

unknowing

of a scheming marauder.

Candies and pops

girl holds tight

clinging hopelessly

when she noticed

how the man across

the street looks at her

hungrily.

Bears and stuff

girl holds tight

never wanting to let go

when she discerned at last

how the man walked

through her

hastily.

Ice cream fudge

fell on the ground,

skipping rope

haphazardly scattered,

candies and pops

sloppily dropped,

bears and stuff

in a slapdash.

Nobody heard her scream

kids went on playing

as they please,

unaware

that behind

the gargantuan church bell

lies a scorned childhood,

shattered dreams.

Nobody heard her scream

people went along their business

as they too need quarts

to live a decent life

but who would care

when a lamb so pure

had taken her line

among innocence astray.

As the man screamed

in ecstasy,

a silenced plea

escaped the girl’s larynx

gone with the wind

and the only witness

are her tears

sprinkled on the manicured grass

and the empty clanging

of the old church bell.

She thought to herself

this will be over

I can wash away his scent,

tomorrow will be a new day

I can go back playing

buy some fudge

skip rope with friends

get some candies and pops

in my granny’s jar

tug along my bears and stuff.

Poor girl

she woke up

the day after… smiling

thinking what a beautiful day

it was… it’s Sunday

she whispered to herself,

got to put on my best dress

will hear the mass with Mom

and they went ahead.

Sitting on the first row
she knelt before God
fervently praying
when alas!

She screamed
like there was no end
exploding her lungs,
breaking her aorta
into bits and pieces of hope
because there was the man
standing on the altar
in his untarnished white cloak.