The beast stood a giantess
With obsidian skin
Her eyes looked over the threshold
Paying no respect to my dignity
As still as stone I became
Moved to motionlessness by the violation
She perched to rise higher
And I still startled yet unstirred
Felt my form shrink
I was not ready
I’m not ready to cross this threshold
To feel the granule of my purity
Stripped of all the recognizable me
I will leave and I will return
On the day that I am the beast