I wasn't broken. I was carefully unwoven, in a middle-class family home with beige carpet and central heating. He didn't ask. He was gentle. Kept me clean and didn’t let me touch. He said I was beautiful. He said I was trouble. The muffled sounds that came from his room after, convinced me.
I was healed in the greyed-fabric passenger seat of an old car; and against a rough, wet red-brick-wall in a pub carpark. He was beautiful. He paused to ask if I was sure. He said I was ******* amazing. With my thighs still slippy and him keeping-on looking over and grinning, I believed it.
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 4:59 AM UTC
I wasn't broken. I was carefully unwoven, in a middle-class family home with beige carpet and central heating. He didn't ask. He was gentle. Kept me clean and didn’t let me touch. He said I was beautiful. He said I was trouble. The muffled sounds that came from his room after, convinced me.
I was healed in the greyed-fabric passenger seat of an old car; and against a rough, wet red-brick-wall in a pub carpark. He was beautiful. He paused to ask if I was sure. He said I was ******* amazing. With my thighs still slippy and him keeping-on looking over and grinning, I believed it.
