Your hands trace my body
Gentle yet fast
Your lips are pressed against mine
You touch the deepest parts of me
That no one ever has
My clothes lie on the floor
Torn
Your hands caress my face
As you violate my soul
I had said no
I had screamed for help
But somehow my screams were something
You couldn’t resist
Now you apologise
Begging me not to say a word
Everything will be back to normal
By tomorrow anyway
But while you enjoyed yourself
As you had your way
I knew nothing would ever be the same
Because my soul died along the way.
Aparajita Yadav, a 20 year old student at Mount Carmel College. Aparajita is studying Psychology, English and Journalism. She has been writing poems and stories ever since she was a child and would love to continue to do so.
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