She was an explorer
searching for a gentle rainfall
but instead, she found your storm.
You were a tempest
the unknown in her world of certainty
but her body was fragile
too fragile for your violence.
As she laid on your chest she began to crack
under your heavy caress, she began to fracture.
As you traced her stomach and hummed your hypnotizing tune of conquest
you punctured her lungs with the rib you handed her
you ripped into her heart with your sharpened teeth of dishonesty
You skinned her alive with your gaze of impurity.
She was ready to face your storm
prepared for battle
Prepared for your pelleting hail storms straight from hell,
Bitter and harrowing.
She was ready.
So ready that she begged
Don’t hurt me anymore
My bones can only break so many times.
You were a category 5
and she didn’t know how to swim
a deadly combination of catastrophically beautiful
a natural disaster with a hint of malice.
She searched so hard that she finally found
and with that came her demise.
Gabriela A Tejada
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