Losing My Virginity By Sara Dennison

He made shackles of his arms for me

turning to stone against my skin

He made a muzzle of his hand for me

tasting of rot down my throat

“This is how it’s supposed to be”

Was I supposed to know better?

When he let my innocence out of her cage

and put a shotgun to her temple

when she tried to fly away

And all in a matter of fifteen minutes

but felt like a decade

As I walked in feeling like a princess

my heart full

and I stumbled out relating to a corpse

My hope long gone

Was I supposed to know better?

When my best friend was so excited

for me to finally have sex

so we could have something to talk about

Unknowing her own brother

would rip that excitement from me

just as he ripped my clothes from me