Ever since my husband ran away, leaving behind debts,
I'm no longer allowed to hide my breasts or even stop and take my steps.
I'm forced to wear clothes that expose my chest,
walk the streets at night,
and every time I'm exposed to the public,
my heart breaks down,
but he plays with my breasts like they're toys,
grabbing, shaking, and kneading them,
dominating me as if they're his masturbation tool.
It's scary.
It's embarrassing.
I want it all to stop.
But...
Every time he touches my breasts,
every time he takes me around,
I feel a heat spreading deep inside me,
and I really hate myself.
Even though I hate it,
I can't stop it,
and what scares me the most is that I can't.