1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12,
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen.
Untouched.
Uncontaminated. Undamaged.
Whole.
Girl 1 needed a place to
rest her drunken mind. The boy obliged.
The boy and the other
girl swam naked under the moonlight, begging Girl 1 to join.
Girl 1 peeled her dress
off in the dark, and in her purple panties dived into the blue unknown.
The other girl left. The
other girl knew what the boy was planning. The other girl knew. The other girl
left.
Girl 1 knew what the boy
wanted.
The boy thought he knew what Girl 1 wanted.
She cried as he invaded
her space,
The only place that was
completely hers.
Her back, her legs, her
face.
The one thing she owned
that she could not replace.
Her entire time on earth
would be spent in this body
Speak her first word, cry
to her mother, learn to walk,
in this body.
Win cross country and
travel the world,
in this body.
Perform hundreds of
times,
Playing hundreds of
characters but always –
in this body
Mind.
Soul.
He didn’t kiss, avoiding
eyes.
Too eager to take her
clothes off.
Fuck her.
Too eager to even ask if
she wanted it.
The boy left Girl 1 naked
in his bed.
Shivering, Sobbing,
Bleeding feels like
Dirty, scum, broken.
Haha
They call him the virgin
slayer.
By Gemma Elsom (Girl Genius)
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