Pinned
eyes shut tight
don't let any fear escape
hands held above my head
you have to bear the pain
it might be the last time
pinned like a butterfly
wings tattered
unable to fly
or even lift off the ground
hands full of hate
claw at my virtue
ripping screams from my throat
before I can catch a breath
thrusting.
deeper
deeper
stop
clean yourself up
people will be home soon
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