She’s not taken seriously for her innocent smile, her round eyes, her rosy cheeks
She’s a child at heart; or at least that’s what her face says.
She’s not taken seriously for the curve of her hips, the swell of her *******, the length of her skirt
She’s an adult, after all; or at least that’s what her body shows.
Too young to understand the problems life has to offer;
Too mature to go under the radar of prying eyes.
Fragile;
****;
Sweet;
Fuckable;
A trophy to have;
A means to an end.
“You’re a woman now,” they tell you, but that means nothing more than getting treated like a child yet being expected to handle it like an adult.
Her face is angelic: a cherub, something untouchable and pure.
Her body is the devil himself
- the ultimate temptation, she’s told -
and that’s what she starts truly seeing it for,
it’s evil,
because why else would she get treated this way,
if not for her body?
she begins punishing it, because she’s the evil,
right?
at least that’s what she’s told.
and so the angel sees the devil for what it is,
and begins torturing it slowly
until nothing is left but skin and bone
and people saying
“such a shame, she used to have such a sweet face”
“what a waste, she had a beautiful body”
such a shame,
what a waste
of a body
for an angel to become the devil.
