Slut

I’ve shouted just once, then never again My body is aching from the grips of these men Where will you take me, this isn’t my home “Don’t tell anybody, or I’ll break all your bones” The messages flooded, in batches, then hundreds My pictures, and videos, the scrolling was endless “Look at this slut,” they giggled in the darkness One tap of a finger, and I spiral into madness I’ve read it twice, then thrice, and again It never goes away, for a time, or does it? Like the cum in my hair, the smell, and the heat For the last of my days, would you tell me who did it?