my innocence. stolen away... twelve years old and desperate for the love of a boy, too naïve to know the difference between love and lust.
my first kiss, taken from me by a man who filled my throat with drugs and darkness, his lips coaxing shivers of pleasure out of my twelve year old body, mistaking my whimpers of terror as pleas for more.
he took me upstairs, for my legs no longer worked, amputated by the drugs he filled me with, my brain was numb to his touch, and it was over before my mind had even begun to process the fear and vulnerability that should have filled my body in place of his lust and desire.
it’s gone, ripped stolen erased from my mind and my body. the drugs rid me of the memories but left behind the ghost of his touch to come and play in the night.
nobody will ever know what he did. I can’t even remember who he was.