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

Slowly

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.

Uncanny.

She searched so hard that she finally found

and with that came her demise.

Gabriela A Tejada

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