Sixteen
Editor Underground
Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault
Iris Peña
You were 16 years old, young and naive,
Your heart belonged to a soul who didn’t cherish you, so you gallivanted for pleasure in the arms of another.
You were juvenile and injudicious, only focusing on the fulfillment he gave to your womanhood.
He was adventurous and your body was a map he wished to explore.
The need to fill the void your father left behind guided you to the backseat of his crimson red truck.
The touch of his lips had no sense of love, but lust.
You gave in to the heat of the moment and removed your garments, recklessly.
It filled you up with gratification until it drained your dignity,
Two letters, one word had no power or meaning.
When you thought it was over, it was just the beginning,
You were shackled to shame with no escape.
You wanted to feel safe again. When your body was your home, but the touch of his fingers still lingered inside of you.
You still had the sensation of his hands invading into places where they were not invited.