He brushed her hair off her shoulders He skimmed his fingertips across her neck He traced her freckles down to her low collared blouse and slowly unbuttoned his imagination He had seen her body before, he practiced where he’d place his hands Yet He told her “it's the beauty on the inside that counts” she felt secure knowing that He let her believe all he wanted was her out of innocence and ignorance she believed that she was good enough She was a package deal: kind, funny and intelligent yet he saw her as his five course meal: mouthwatering, dainty, sexually elegant The edge of his lips quivered at the thought of her but He wanted more than the mirage of her figure He couldn't stand watching from afar so he decided to get closer closer than she was used to grabbing her arm, he yanked her body against his politely she tried pulling away but his grip tightened and his lust heightened he tore her shirt simultaneously ripping her dignity her skin turned cold as reality kicked in where she felt like something, he reminded her she was nothing he left imprints on her body where hands shouldn't be he unraveled her clothes when she expected him to unravel her soul she wanted trust, so she could finally open up to him yet by force he opened her legs and took something without asking yelling out “no” didn’t help he tugged her hair and said “do what i say” she shivered as she wept and tried to crawl away his words stung her face she burnt red with tears in her eyes unmindful of how heedlessly painful his spank would be as a “surprise”
This poem is my contribution to bringing about awareness for violence in intimate relationships. Stop abuse, grow up