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.
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