virginity

Discarded like the butt of a cigarette,
used and tossed,
his touch lingered,
like bugs crawling on me,
little feet scratching
exposed,
vulnerable,
naive foolish self.
oh how I wish
to tear off my skin,
to be rid of you.
I was more.
Oh, how much more I was worth.

Reviews

[misha]

Such a sad and tragic piece. Beautifully written as it depicted such a terrible crime.