Strawberry Girl

I loved my friend and the adventures we would embark on

Mystical worlds spawned from children’s imagination

Golden curls bouncing with every stride, giggling together with sincerity

We stopped playing with dolls that day

 

The empires we built crumbled along with my imagination

Her dad filled his Juice box with liquor

He said my strawberry dress was his favorite

It used to be my favorite as well

Reviews

[Franky]

This is chilling. I wasn't expecting the horror of the last 2 lines. I like your straightforward style though. You are skilled i see.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was so powerful and short while using suggestion to carry the weight of the message. It's a great contrivance to convey the severity of the situation (a thing too terrible to be written) within the piece. Very good work.

[poison&kerosene]

The words are difficult to speak but the feelings flow right onto the paper. It is certainly something too many people can relate to. Thank you for leaving your kind words once again!

[Coyote Poetry]

You said a handful in the poem my dear friend. To steal the innocence of youth. I believe the greatest sin. Powerful words shared dear poet. You did bleed to paper.
Coyote

[poison&kerosene]

Thank you Coyote! I always look forward to your comments. This was my first time verbalizing it so naturally it a raw piece. I was scared to post but I am so happy I did.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy and you welcome my dear friend.

[light and ashes]

Oh my God.....
possibly the most devastating thing I have ever read.
There is absolutely nothing worse than the forced corruption of innocence.

[poison&kerosene]

It is truly the darkest part of our society. It is sinister and far too common. Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to leave your words! :)

[light and ashes]

You are welcome

[JMaster1]

I love your words, it feels that there is more to tell about that girl

[poison&kerosene]

Thank you so much! There definitely is and that story will continue on this account! :)

[Pete]

a powerful piece. a complete 360°turn. the death of innocence like hitting a wall with no turning back. tragic and cruel. i felt this strongly. love the title too. well done ... :)

[poison&kerosene]

It happens as quickly as portrayed. A couple of sentences dividing that moment where a part of you dies. Thank you for your kind words Pete!

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This is such a stunning powerful piece. The beginning conveying the innocence of youth and preciousness of early friendship. Than to have it shattered with its shocking end that destroys the first image altogether. It felt like being a bird flying free suddenly captured and thrown into a cage covered forever in shadow. The death of innocence. You wove a heartbreaking story in so few sentences of a poem. That is the power of art.

[poison&kerosene]

That is beautifully put. I find it tragic that there will be very few people who can't relate to this in some way. I don't know one woman that doesn't have a similar story. (sexual abuse is by no means only occurring with women but it is the experience I can draw on). Thank you for your kind words!