kinkygirlx, did you just want to read some poetry
but upon violation of the blogging community's terms of use
you were stricken from all cyber-testimony
moments after you came upon a stranger's writing?
Two of my own friends took advantage of my teenage sister in just one short weekend!
They touched her everywhere they could:
her skinny pale legs, the scar that hovers
over her bellybutton like a moon. I was drunk, asleep in my bedroom.
kinkygirlx, does the x mean a kiss
or x as in the first in a sucession of typically capitalized x's
to denote in pornographic material not suitable
for the poor celibate cherubs under 17?
They rubbed her small breasts, her once broken collarbone,
still slightly jumbled beneath the skin of her left shoulder.
kinkygirlx, are you really young enough
to be just a girl, a kinky one at that
one that likes strange or even violent sexual encounters
enough to make it her publicly known name?
My sister isn't familiar
with the dialect of
no she needed
to chaperon herself in such strange situations
to descend barefoot from the leather couch and hide
where? under the kitchen table? in the crumbling fireplace?
kinkygirlx, do you like poetry
despite the fact that you spent so much time making porn?
did you always fancy yourself a sylvia plath
or an anne sexton, swathed in spray tan
fuck me echoing through your swinging tonsils
the thumping more and more like a warning?
If i could pick anybody to love my poetry,
it would be the other poets
it would be you, kinkygirlx.
In her own sister's living room
they touched her as if to say
, Beware.
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