She cried from inside
Where is my pearl?
“You look beautiful
That body holds wonders”
Do you love me though?
“I do, your body, that’s you”
What if it’s not me?
“It is you; you’re not worth more
It’s a shell, a fragile shell”
But what about the pearl inside?
“Not looking for pearls, only for shells,
To break.”
She hears a crack
Do I hold more value?
“Yes you do. Strip”
Am I making you happy?
“Yes you are. Strip”
I won’t, is that okay?
“No. Strip”
What about my no?
“I’ll trample you under my feet”
I don’t break, I have my pearls.
“You are just a whore”
What is a whore?
Is that a word for Princess?
He laughs “you’re a little whore”.
Little Princess.
Am I making you happy?
“Strip”.
Where are my pearls?
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