He pushes me against the wall,
outside, in the back of the mall,
I try to cry out for help,
he dares me again to yelp,
I pray silently, please don't hurt me,
please don't, i've never done anything wrong,
i beg,
he grabs a sharp shard of the glass from a shattered
bottle,
he holds the reched thing towards the top of my neck,
he smiles, and tells me how beautiful i look,
I knee him in the groin and try to run,
I trip over the ribbon that is attached to my slipper,
I wish I had changed in the dressing room,
I wish he had let me,
he grabs my swelling ankle and rips my tights,
I don't say a word,
he rips off my black tutu and unbuckles his belt,
I don't cry out,
he takes out his knife and slices my corset, cutting me just
enough to be mistaken for a papercut.
On my sholder blade?
I don't think so,
He kisses me,
smearing my cherry red lipstick everywhere,
his soft lips press hard into mine,
he pins me up against the cold brick wall,
its so cold,
so so cold.
the tiny thin hairs on my arms rise,
his smoothly shaven face brushed against my sharp
cheekbones,
My eyes freeze in,
that kiss,
that smell,
that face,
i remember.

I loved him.
He realizes somethings wrong because I stop struggling.
He smiles,
he remembers me.
I grab the peice of glass he dropped on the ground.
and put this madness to end.

I loved him....up until he got my sister pregnant.