Under My Skin
I didn't ask for my blood to sing at a sharp tone.
A chemical bond I'd rather be broken from someone not worthy of the bite of a tick...
There's a paralysis in me, found the night I learned to love the living parasite.
There is no intimacy in the attraction I feel, no desire to be his and his alone.
My heart does not beat for his, but my pumping arteries may try to convince you otherwise.
He sins in flesh and I sin in slice.
I sin in snap, and he sins in lying nice.
His sins are flesh, but it's mine that stings.
I snap, and I slice and I scratch at his play thing.
I could try to convince you otherwise, that it's not so bad.
I could put on the smiling face that people want to see... they don't want to move out of their comfort zone and see the face of a girl that's been had.
Red marks and slices on his and my own flesh don't lie...
For you, for them, for all,
Why should I?
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Taking back the Moon
Short StoryA description serves no purpose but to lure readers in. So why should you read? Well, I attempt to make sense of rape in the form of prose, flash back, and poetry. It is what it is.