Weighted

byDawnJ©

A warm hand on her hip
was always a clue to his desires.
A pity, then,
that all she felt was
the weight of guilt
for not loving him,
for not being brave enough
to grasp in her own hands
a chance for happiness
without him. Instead,
his heavy, expectant hand
dragged tears from her broken heart,
and when he pulled her close
to take his pleasure from her,
his touch a brand upon her,
the hot tears scorched her cheeks.

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