Poem: Girl Without

Girl Without.

When you have been taken advantage of there is no such thing as purity.

The idea has been tarnished.

The signatory white rose stomped on and disturbed.

The reality of a construct doesn't make the pain less painful not when you believed that love was supposed to happen beneath sheets and that moment in a car is something you can never erase because you've bled into the seat.

Precious, beautiful girl, the world does not respect you.

it'll coerce and poke and plead until you have to evaluate who you are

because they are fine.

you are the broken one.

you are reminded each time you can feel that familiar ache in your lower back and stomach that can take you back.

you don't go but the rumbles and twists act as a comfort, a mark of when the world became real.

when the prophecy was upheld.

when your purity went away.