Cut


A hand over my mouth,
biting into salty skin.
Fighting for a way out,
his demonic grin.
The screeching of a zipper,
fingernails into his chest.
Silenced tears flickered,
disgusting beads of sweat.
Legs hammered to the floor,
arms trapped with just one hand.
A stripping to the core,
he was a monster, not a man.
Buttons were undone,
jeans were then flung
Then there was a creeping,
of his slimy serpent tongue.
A terrifying tickle.
A sharp cactus prickle.
A sick smile to his face,
as he began to taste.
Cutting an incision.
Fingertip precision.
I was opened.

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