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You peeled off my first layer

Your hand on my pink flesh

I smile widely but you don’t see it

Too busy doing what you are

I’d seen you do this to others

And always silently wished

You’d do the same for me

Wait stop

My grin abruptly going off

What are you doing?

I’m staring at you

Calling you, screaming out your name

What are you doing?

You’re going deeper

Past more and more layers

Opening me up and seeing all my secrets

I ask again

What are you doing?

What you see is making you cry

Silent tears

Running down your face

I stare in shock

What are you doing?

The nerve of it

You opened me up

Looked at me inside

Tasted me, and you cry

What are you doing?

I demand of you

My silent tears have no effect it seems

And then you’re done

I lay open totally to you

What did you do?

You pick me up

Throw me out

Walk away

Muttering as you leave

“Stupid thing was spoilt”