Wiping my face unable to distinguish between his sweat & my tears
Every time I say stop his pace gets quicker
Every time I try to force him away he rams himself inside harder
Whatever he's trying to find in me must be lost
Just like me
Lost
Or at least confused
Does he not see the fear masked as irritation
At this point I've given up on fighting
I slide my earphones in & wait for his last pump
A lifetime later I feel hot liquid & a smack on my ass
I lay there unable to fully comprehend yet also trying to calculate my next move
Then I remember I've been here before so
I pull up my pants and get in the front seat
He tells me that I'm FUN and asks if I'm okay
I give him a barely audible "mmhm" as he speeds through traffic
Does he know what he just did ?
Is he aware that there was a crack in my shell already
It's been getting wider
Creating even more cracks throughout the years letting my soul slip away gradually
And he broke the shell see with every thrust I fell apart
So here I am what used to be a young lady with promise is now a way station
An empty place for men to fill with their wicked desires and fantasies
A place void of resistance and objection
A place called FUN
