You placed your snake in the garden of trust,
Only one of us burned with lust.
You fed the serpent on her flesh,
Left her in shadows, mind enmeshed.
You stole consent from her choice,
Took what you wanted despite her voice.
Her body trembled under your weight,
But her soul recoiled at your twisted fate.
You slithered away, leaving ruin behind,
A garden of broken bones and mind.
She lies among the shadows, unclaimed,
A hollow echo, bruised and unnamed.
