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a girl has sex with a man that only wanted one thing.

The part that kills me

is the one where I do it all

willingly. Losing

this fight should be

a screaming, kicking,

sickening affair in which

every excuse can be made

to absolve me of this

Catholic. F*****g. Guilt.

I have always been the sinner

that seeks out ugly pride

& I want to be a victim

now to thieving hands

that can be cut at the wrist &

coarse words & keen eyes

that leave something retrievable

but I am a cheating merchant

that has taken a bad deal

& what I have lost is no more 

mine to keep or take back.

As horrible as it would be to have

been robbed & left with

cave-in ribs

punch-out hole

just the size of a man’s fist--

this feels worse.

This surgical incision,

this careful carving,

this memory of surrender &

placing my heart

on the dining table.

It’s not fair except it is;

the way I want it back even knowing

you’ve already swallowed it down &

I hate the stranger wearing my face so

I need my girlhood back & yes

it was yours to take but

it shouldn’t have been mine to give.

Author's Note

this is technically part of a series. anyway, it's not explicit, so i have it down as teen, but let me know i should change the audience tag.

Reviews

[Jon R.T.]

I never understood men who after having sex with woman think they now own them. Much the same when one sleeps with you then goes ghost. But ultimately the mistakes we make are worse in hindsight, poetry is an excellent outlet to express frustration & you did that very well I enjoyed the poem. Keep writing.

[Author]

Exceptional storytelling, it felt very real.

[isa]

ahhh tyyy