It doesn’t feel like my story.
I didn’t write the lines
So many other voices
Changed a story which was mine

You bound me by your choices 
Taking my body away
Your interest, your desire
It happened yesterday – but changed my every today

I didn’t invite you in  
But now your words are written 
Permanent, black, burned within
A story that no longer feels like mine 

(Picture by Jessica Florence – follow her on Facebook and be amazed!)