Taken

Taken The moon peeked through the spring branches Spying on bold attempts by awkward fingers Wrestling with hooks and eyes; Those four tiny pieces of metal were all That stood between my virtue and your gall. They put up quite a fight, but lost the battle They were no match For hands determined to take Desolation suffocating. Just look away. The night becomes a coffin. Lie still, like death. Stare off. Don’t feel. It will stop. It has to it hurts so much i want to scream. But I don’t Because I’m a good girl. (do what he says) The only sound is grunting “…unnhh unnhh” It is coming from you “…unnhh unnhh.” She is leaving these woods with less than What she came with No night creature cried for her Or noticed, even. The moon was so beautiful.