Vulnerable Girls

I’d let boys blow
My innocence and stability away
Only to wish
That other, prettier girls were the same
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Time would go by
My seeds slowly did too
Blowing in the wind
Of pheromones, testosterone, and sin
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Then the storm hit 
Ripping my seeds into it’s grasp
Almost engulfing me from my roots
Asphyxiated under the profound grasp
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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