Warning... this will be very dark...
“lay still….” he says, his hand over your mouth…’
Your world crumbles.
Innocence taken.
Unwilling.
Not moving,
Your body a ragdoll.
No feeling except that one warm tear that fell,
The rebel.
The tear you willed not to fall from your soul.
Because on would be the leader of the next.
But you make no move to wipe it away.
No move to stop the uprising.
Numb,
It's like you don't exist ,
Close your eyes, you don't have to see the disgraceful act.
So sinful to take what wasn't given.
When it's over,
You feel so… so…
Dirty.
And when you take a shower,
Scrub your flesh till it's raw,
But the feelings…
The touches….
The sins…
Forever died and now rest in your skin.
Never leaving you alone.
Not wanting to remember the transaction.
But it's there.
Forever remaining in your mind.
Never,
Ever,
Leaving you alone.
Because it's a weak moment.
