She was told she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders,
so gently, she shrugged it off,
stripping herself bare,
her raw flesh exposed to the sun,
the curve of her breasts, the silkiness of her legs blazing under its heat,
yet she did not feel any lighter
Instead she swallowed your gasps and whistles,
impulsively, like air she cannot live without the shame,
which hastily weaves itself over her lungs,
so every time she breathes, she aches with the pain you put her through
And she collapses.
Because suddenly, the weight of the world is nothing compared to you,
sitting on her shoulders,
squashing her pride,
marking your territory.
