His lips of sweet honey trace the outline of her collar bones pressing through the silky blouse.
Black and blue bruises snake along her translucent skin leaving a trail.
The only evidence his lips were ever there.
Moths consume her entirety sucking all the nectar away that sugar coats her saccharine skin.
Her thoughts of iron that have remained strong and unbreakable for the past sixteen years
rust as his hot breath touches her cheek.
And she gives in.
She allows him to overpower her.
He robs her of her innocence and weighs down on her entirety with the iron grip of oppressive insecurity.
Her essence is stolen.
She's lost.