“You were probably flirting with him”
Of course I was!
He was attractive
And I was lonely
He made himself unreachable at first
But I liked the chase
I brought this upon myself
This was all arranged you see
Planned out in my head
I had everything written down
From  how I would stand
To what I’d leave physically unspoken
Only communicating with my eyes
If the eyes are truly the windows to the soul
Then by god, there was much more than a breeze coming through
A storm
A storm with harsh rain and ripping thunder
“Well what were you wearing?”
Of course I dressed innapropiate
I picked out the most revealing clothes I had
The thin material stretched across my body in the most provocative way
I was practically begging for this to happen
But after it was done, I grew too attached
I wanted more
So I played the victim card

Someone is lying….
  
Was i asking for it?
His fingerprints burned themselves into my skin
They lingered
Like the  aftertaste of throwing up
I long for the days where this was
Merely a possibility
Untouched
The weight of this untold secret
Presses on my shoulders
Like 50 million bricks
Cascading down my back
And ripping at my skin
Wounds cut open
Bleeding soul
Scraped up spirit
Damaged heart  
Never could I imagine someone actually asking for this
The pain
The humiliation
The fear
The feeling of unwanted hands roaming your body
I lay there completely still
In the tears I shed
I drown
Allowing the flow of the river
To carry my body away
To take me away from this reality would be blessing
To erase my memory would be heaven  
Was I really asking it?
Of course not!
How could a seven year old ask for such a thing?