Pity

Trigger Warning for Sexual Assualt victims

I feel pity for myself, 

pity, pity, pater around my broken soul, 

stomp, stomp, stop, you’re hurting me. 

Click, clack, boom, a silver bullet encapsulated in the sweat of man's desire,

into my throat and I am unable to speak. 

Shh, Shh, s**t I’m going to cum.

Hmm, hmm, help me.

A hop, a skip, and a step off the balcony, a drop to the concrete and I am free. 

Fly away pretty bird, you were too sweet for this wicked world.

Reviews

[daniamor]

i feel you, wanted to fly like a bird sometimes.