There’s a ringing in her from stretch to stint,

bringing on a certainty that made her sweat rigid.

Not in for the drive of your life, spare her first precious years.

Children on stage, no more to say,

6 & 7 pace in together,

Her eyes have seen more than they should’ve.

Her soul longed to hear words about the stories never told.

A touch, a glance—

She caresses the core of her soul.

Supposing we all feel alone, when the clouds fall low, when hearts beat slow.

Stopping,

Waiting—

 for someone to intuitionally know & hold us.

Looking through us to our backside, reflections of metal in their eyes.

They watch our lips, hips, & ruby thighs.

Finding ways to fit inside, thrusting until the cherries subside.

10 minimums to 1 are the basic guidelines.

No moving, no screaming, no pleasure, for you.

Break the rules, I’ll break you, the breath you breathe & the light in your eyes.

Speaking volumes through masks they can’t remove

Hey beautiful, I’ll treat you real nice, your special in my eyes.

Just wanting to blend in, she wants to be comfortable in her skin, turn your head ignore them.

Don’t consider man #1 #2 or #3, their all layers of scums lie.

They prey on you, to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, all to bid you the right prize.

He waited for her, until her head turned plum.

3 times her age, no pledge against him, the law, or the bed he would have her lay on.

Familiarity.

She hoped he would be different.

Instead, he’d asked her why you ain’t never smilin’.

He counted down the days he could strip her with no legalities involved.

She was a sheep among men, naïve, to think that she knew anything.

Good mornings, with bones so hard, & smiles so phony

Keep walking your almost home.

He grabbed her from behind with his eyes and joined his friends to laugh about the things they would do to her insides, if they could just get 6 more men.

She begins to sing ring rain go away, sharpen her gullet to expiry.

Stakes await, with a crooked smile full of good intentions

Never put her hands on your thighs--

Or tears on your white tie.

He rolled himself together and gestured her to get down and beg beside friends all in matrimony.

Dinning out on her purity, elbows on the table, napkin on the floor, accidents he’d say slurring his words.

But still she reaches for the lily of life.

Eager for a chance at her rights, to remember forgotten spaces and unidentified places unencountered.

End it all, 3 seconds ago, she would’ve tried once more.

No water left to pour from her holes.

No precious place left for her unborn souls, to rest without stress knowing that they are safe and

they are whole.

They are who they are, and they bare no bourdon to any mans' good intentions.