Sex made her feel dirty
Unclean
Gross
Whore
A gross slut
Every
Illicit
touch
Elicited
The tears
She despised so much
The ones that show
That she has grown
But hasn't grown at all
Because she never keeps her fingers
Never keeps he feet on the ball
Her eyes on the net
And she thinks that sex
Can only be/ is her only best bet
To be accepted
To be loved
But she hates another's touch
When it slides down her thigh
The shiver goes up in to her mind
The blood drips
From legs in-between spaces and the gaps man made on her wrists.
YOU ARE READING
Days of my life
Teen FictionDays that she's have lived through Days she hasn't forgotten Its time to reclaim her life That she left in them days All feedback welcome, if you plan to be kind!
