let me paint you a picture of a girl who had too much to understand
as the rain clatters along the roof
he came to the side of her bed
the warm night light flickered
as his fingers ‘caressed’ her
he pinned her down ‘gently’ against the dark cold ground
she shuddered
his lips pressed against her barely developed breasts
the gentle whisper ‘let’s not get caught’ confused her
her pain - her comfort
he tied her arms and nibbled every part of her flesh
for him to moan
her fear - her friend
she realized she was explored like one never would
the path untraveled
her beauty unraveled
you see she understood quite early this world works a little different
she understood that you always owed them one
much like a barter system
but here slightly different
now she lives with a tainted understanding of love
a constant battle to remind herself it was not her
it never was her
Yes, she spoke up but no one listened
it is the way of life she was told
it also came with a reminder
to never trust strangers
but what if it is one of your own?
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