You flash your sly little grin
And I fall for your facade
Luring me in, testing my naivety
And you won
My safety dissipates, fight or flight kicking in
But I was already trapped
Your large frame hovering over my petite one
Taking what you needed, not waiting for permission
Weak and afraid, suffocating between the pillow and your mouth
As your hands took what they wanted
But the worst was yet to come…
and the scars never truly go away.
Especially when it happens again.