He didn’t use his fingers.
Not the beast that lives between his thighs.
He used a branch.
A splintered, barbed, dirty tree branch.
I wasn’t taken by a prince.
I wasn’t stolen for glory or gold.
I was preserved like glass—kept untouched, perfect.
And then, torn apart.
They called it an accident.
Said I must’ve fallen.
But things don’t bleed without reason.
And no one asks why I don’t scream anymore.
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