To get it together
That is, until i saw the lines.
I lay bottomless on the basement
Floor.
Nothing to shield my body from
The burn of cold cement but
A worn blanket.
He looks at me from across the
Room, eyes devouring innocent flesh,
Visualizing deviant desires
Of how he would handle "my first time"
Caressing me in the dim light
As if he really meant it
Even though I knew he didn't
I was on my own.
No, this can't be,
Alone in a Bathroom Stall
Two lines,
Tears,
And blissful teenage dreams
Begin to fall.
©Danie Rae
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