and then they came
taunting at my innocence
clawing at my nakedness
squeezing sobs from my happiness

and then, they gathered
and drank with their eyes
the wine that was my body
till they were lust-full,
intoxicated by curves of me, their bottle.

and then, they desecrated
a temple built high for the holiest
my shrine spat blood in forced libation
my back has touched...