12-12-15

12-12-15

A Poem by T. R. Ash

I was twelve years old
When I lost my virginity
On an unsheeted mattress,
Listening to a band called Suicide Silence.
A lot of late nights
In my childhood,
Were spent picking the cigarette butts
From in between
My sleeping mother's fingers,
Ensuring that she is comfortable
In her slumber,
Hoping she'd wake up happier tomorrow
Than she did today.

While taking a pounding
From a boy, aged four years older than I,
When I had barely had my period
For a year,
As this metal artist is screaming to me,
"Where is your God?"
Doesn't seem all that bad
When I think back
To those nights.
Deflowering my pure,
Sweet, best friend
In a three some
With the same man
Four years later,
Sometimes makes those nights
A little sweet.

© 2016 T. R. Ash


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T. R. Ash
T. R. Ash

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