I’d let boys blow
My innocence and stability away
Only to wish
That other, prettier girls were the same
*
Time would go by
My seeds slowly did too
Blowing in the wind
Of pheromones, testosterone, and sin
*
Then the storm hit
Ripping my seeds into it’s grasp
Almost engulfing me from my roots
Asphyxiated under the profound grasp
*
All that remains
Is a few seeds
My dainty stalk
Sustained from the root
Where it begins, the pain
Sydney West,
Harbert, Michigan,
United States
disemboweling@hotmail.com
Thursday, 7 February 2013
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