Parties with Cake

abuse

i'm deemed beautiful before doctors mark me down as developed,
he asks for the key that leads inside me,
and my naivety shakes,
and the key is handed over.
he says for me to spread my legs,
i do.
he asks to place himself where he pleases,
and i voice disinterest,
but he does what he wishes.
at fourteen i am no longer a girl,
but a doll,
with unwanted marks
with bleeding sparks
and a tumbling stomach onto white bedsheets.
he says he loves me,
i arch my back to please him.
he says hes sorry,
i dry my tears to accept apologies.
he says rape is love,
and i nod in agreement.