Keep Them Tight

First the Eyes
armor-penetrating stares.
Starving, avaricious voyeurs;
a vulture's way of seeing.
Tracking every motion
of my being.

Eyes devouring me,
heedless of my attempts
to shiver myself out
of this harsh existence; use my
frantic energy to
make hell livable.
turn life Invisible.

Enough eyes,
light reflecting off their wild hunger,
to drive me mad

Try to cover it up
but thirsty eyes calmly siphon
my soul away
Each stare drowns me
another white-streaked wave at sea
defeating alike
protest and plea.

-What would you, what do you want of me?
I can't stop the take,
don't make me give-

Then the Hands,
the light touches and
sudden fierce caresses
that leave lingering bruises.
Rough fingers striving for more territory,
seeking
new ways to own me.

No! No bucking of hips,
recoiling of lips: no need to give
a free show-not that
I could force them to pay absolution.
I choose sanity over
blood retribution.

Or just some peace, to be at peace-

-hush, now, you're
flying in the clouds, breathing in the water,
you can swim or drown, fly or fall-

As the rasping nails
come to play, my skin burns
with the shame of unwelcome worship,
my soul twists
with the helplessness
of bound wrists.

Pain and pressure
without relief: I've stopped counting
the fingers that have enjoyed my flesh.
Entry cannot be denied;
they bore themselves
ruthlessly inside.

What have you
done, my God, or
what have I?

Finally, the sullying,
defiling lips; poisoned endearments
whispered into my neck, my hair.
Words are kisses are swords striking from within.
Venomous hordes
marking my skin.

This is wrong
this is wrong
this is wrong-

-keep your legs closed
as tight as you can
for as long as possible, girl-

Sick sighs of adoration pour from their mouths.
They mould my innocence into a knife,
twisting and betraying me.
Teeth tug and demand
pinning each scar
to my skin as a brand.

"A badge of innocence."
They stain these words into my very skin,
turning all of me a tarnished white.
Each syllable beat
into my breast a bite,
a tasting of the treat.

Did you know, you can feel it
even when it stops?
Just close your eyes...

~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~

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