he strips her of her innocence,
he takes what is her youth,
petals falling to the ground.
teaching her how bodies work
he teaches her to step on stones,
that are her dark departue
from an absent childhood.
it feels to her like gentle peeling,
blinding, fabricated feeling,
an avaricious creature
shredding her virginity.
when she looks into the mirror,
watermarks conceal the naivety
she has refused and she refuses
and she feels herself shrink where growth is expected.
in contact with so many
and so few.