Body Count

Still in the consistency spirit, I was about to miss my weekly target so decided to drop this piece I recently wrote. I literally shed some tears jotting it down, someone somewhere have gone through this and may they heal from all the trauma caused.

It reads….

“What’s your body count?”
I scream, “If you know it then what?”
I lost my virginity at thirty
To a gang rape of eight
different men
I felt the different dicks torturing my innocent pussy
In less than any hour I had felt all types, big, small, dark, light, circumcised, uncircumcised, shaved and unshaved
Yea, I visited the rape clinic and got treated
But where I come from we don’t believe in therapy
Physically I healed but mentally, am a broken piece
Since then sex has been my favourite hobby
Maybe it will help fill the void that was left within
I am now forty and have slept with twenty men a year
So, you are definitely my 201 body count
Thanks to the elasticity of the walls
You can’t even tell how many have dug through them
It’s fulfilling; makes me forget how I lost my dignity
How could I keep myself safe all that long only to be attacked ferociously?
I hate it when you ask me,
“What’s your body count?”
Cos’ you honestly don’t wanna know