your victim
at home tonight
i lie limp on my bed
numb to every sense
my eyes fixed on no particular point
my ears numb to the outside hum
through my head runs a reel
of their honeyed words
their shameless crime
their hunger
their need
i wrap my arms around my chest
the nausea blurs my sight
though my mother bruised my body
and my father was no better
i would gladly take a thousand beatings
in place of this lust
every photo i sent
every pose i took
everyone who saw
i remember it all
i tear my hands away from my hips
i am too tainted to hold
i still feel their gaze
they called me their forbidden fruit
the apple of their eye
so young
so divine
my breathing turns ragged
my sobs sting my cheek
i have to live
knowing you got away
i have to live
seeing everyone throw you praise
i have to live
holding not a tenth of your sway
the cruelty you have inflicted will send you to heaven
i will be damned to hell for the sin of being your victim