he whispers insults into her ears
so delicately and passionately
wrapped in such sweetness, she forgets they are meant to burn her
she caves under his touch
his hand leaves idiosyncrasies on her stomach
they touch her in places she never dared touch herself
her maidenhood slips through her fingers
she does not make any attempt to grab it before it is lost forever
she succumbs to him, to every pretty smile, to every fake laugh
the line between sin and pleasure blurs
his flames engulf her,
she was naive to think she could withstand them
the afterglow never comes
instead the pain of the insults claw their way through her fantasies
she burns white, as bright as a falling star
but falling stars are fallen
they snuff out and are never found
there is no treasure at the crater,
only a rotting carcass of a girl
her bright white fading to a dull Grey
her name forgotten
only shadows of her choices left for others to follow
YOU ARE READING
TRAGEDY LANE
Poésiemaybe i too am red for all the slaughter carried within me, bastard child of water, lake swelled with rotting fish. What are you searching for when you drag me from you? POETRY © nevillearts. 2022 cover . . . archaicpoets
