Pressed under a weight

Heavier than the physical mass

That holds me where I lay.

A loss of words too familiar to fight,

My silent approval handing over the dignity

That I thought was gone before

It was kissed from my body.

Distaste still lingers where I let it in,

Repulsing my core and stealing the innocence 

I forgot to keep locked.

Each "yes" I whispered became a blade

That cut a gash into the lining of my stomach

Allowing blood to spill where it did not belong.

Trembling limbs that did not stiffen

At the idea of you in a place where you did not belong,

Though the feelings that emerged

Had me screaming for that knife.

My terror was hidden by the darkness I 

Tried to see and show.

Instead my submission allowed for

Your entrance and theft of the untarnished virtue

Fate had allowed me to reserve.