His hands caress her skin in a way she’s never felt before
He peels back each layer of softened vulnerability
Not quite prepared for the horror lying underneath

Beneath him, she shivers quietly
Each breath a struggle
As he opens a door
That has been carefully locked for far too long

Her emotions tumble out slowly
Like a strained creek
The water dripping through the rocks
Bending and swirling endlessly

His piqued curiosity turns to bewilderment
As he slowly becomes aware of the secret treasure he has discovered
He watches her writhe as everything pours out
Knowing he is the one who opened the floodgates
But not quite ready for the responsibility of calming the tides

And so he closes them
Locks her door again
Making sure to throw away the key
Because some secrets were never meant to be told

As her body becomes her own she returns angry
Not at the man before her
But at herself
For allowing a ****** she promised to never reveal

But through the guilt a part of her soul is saddened
As some hope remained that her secret could be trusted
To the man who dared to venture into her in the first place

And so he leaves her, ***** and alone
To blacken his hands with another
Forever scared of opening up Pandora's Box
Not quite ready to face the music

Meanwhile, her body decays
Because before the man closed the door
He took a part of her with him
And with every other stream he contaminates
He leaves a portion of her purity

Now a piece of her is spread across many
Like a broken up jigsaw puzzle
Never truly able to fit together again

She disassembles
As her soul leaves her body
And she regrets
Ever letting herself feel at all