12-12-15A 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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Added on March 28, 2016 Last Updated on March 28, 2016 Author |