It's an art really

Having a blank canvas strung out in front of you

All of your supplies at your side

But where to start? 

Sometimes I start by cutting away the edges,

I'll have the central sculpture to work on, but often this leaves a mess

Other times I terminate the small tormented details first

Carving away intensifies my trip, but could leave me too strung out to finish

Or perhaps I could just do the big picture and get done more quickly 

No mess or chance of not finishing, but no pleasure with my finished product

I guess I'll take my chances of not finishing

I begin carving

Right in the center

There's warmth and pounding right under my scalpel

Immediately the rush goes to my brain

My mouth hanging open

I feel my dilating eyes

My swaying body

Euphoria 

He'd done this plenty of times

Like a serial crime

To girls who thought they were supposed to feel a certain way, 

Thought they were supposed to be a certain way

Touching me in a way I'd never been touched before

Saying, "It's okay."

To all of my, "I'm a little unsure(s)." 

I didn't want to see him

And I didn't want to be seen by him

But he tossed my on the bed

Romantically trying to rip my clothes off

My heart pounding

My nerves shaking

Like an animal on top

Hot skin with blood boiling

Taking its prey

Tearing into it's soul

With one thrust he tore 

And that was it,

My Irreplaceable Element Robbed,

Gone