Just a Broken Bottle

I remember when he grabbed me with his eyes and I couldn't yell or scream but smile at him slowly he led me into his dingy room where we could not be seen behind the curtain he sat me on the couch then he sat by my side and my flimsy wrap fell he gazed upon my slender form and touched my lips he was elegant and I was wet and cold and damp and his touch of body was nice and warm then his feverish lips he pressed to mine I gave him every drop of what I had in me and he drained me of my very self I couldn't make him stop ‘cos for the first time I was loving it and loving it and loving it I cared less about what Papa may say I never wondered what Mama may say I was just loving it loving it loving it that's why you find me here today a broken bottle, drained empty to the bottom and tossed away in the trash of nothingness I who was once adorable and full of wine