Do you want to stay the night?
I glance at my cousin, and shake my head yes.
How was it that I would never forget that night?
Okay girls, its time for bed.
We go to sleep, sharing a bed.
It's what girls do.
Then I hear her ask a question.
Do you know what parents do when they're alone, in bed?
No.
I'll show you.
Okay.
The single most tragic night of my life.
And I had no idea.
Legs wrapping around.
Tongues whirling.
Breathing getting shallow.
My first kiss.
Her breath against my thighs,
My thighs against hers.
I lost something I never knew I had.
Everything circling around those few seconds,
When the world would slip away.
Laying there, tangled in sheets.
Sleeping, like nothing happened.
Waking up, like nothing happened.
Repeating this rabid cycle, fervently.
For years.
Like lovers, we were.
We did nothing wrong.
Is it wrong that I still crave her touch?
That I fall asleep at night reminiscing about the sensation
Of our bodies gnashing against each other?
That I compare my new expieriences
To the ones I shared with her?
It felt so natural, it can't be wrong.
Nobody knew.
Until we got caught,
Because I had broken the cardinal rule:
Never Ask Out-Loud.
How was I supposed to know that rule?
I was only 4.
A contest entry
- Skeletons in the Closet? by XHollowXEyesX.
800 points, ended June 2, 2008, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What do you think?
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maybe, 'okay girls, its time for bed
we go to sleep, head to head'? that would help it rhyme, but also so its not the same. ^.^ i still love this! the disturbance and humility.. wow. -
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hmmm, im not one for rhyming poetry.......thank you, that means alot to me.......
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you are very welcome darling, anything to help. ♥
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omg...this is shocked me, my jaw dropped at line 8. lol. this is brilliant, disturbing and gross, but still brilliant. i would never have th courage to put something like this on here
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'Okay girls, its time for bed.
We go to sleep, sharing a bed.'
you could have done something a little different with that line, but the poem was over all very good. ^.^ very shameless, and wow. how crazy! that is... wow. i mean.. wow. good job... its kind of.. gross, but so.. i dont know... man... lol... good job anyways, lol -
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can you give any suggestions on what to do with that line?
idk wat to do with it : (
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seriously intense.
this is really good, and I'm glad you released these feelings.
this is well written, definitely interesting.
nice job.
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Before I get into the depth of this poem, let me point out a little blunder. You accidentally spelled experiences as "expieriences."
The tone in this piece was very strong. For example, at the beginning, you used the line "It's what girls do." This line made me immediately feel as if I was being told a story, as opposed to just reading a random/boring sappy poem. So good job at grasping my attention.
So I'm assuming that you're a lesbian (nothing against it if you are or aren't since.... I'M A HOMO! :-P) As I read this, I thought for a while that maybe it was just you experimenting with sex.... but then you said that you still craved her touch... So I was like "oh, okay." Now I'm all intrigued. This poem left me wanting to know more... which is a great thing.
That last line though... good lord. Goodness. At four years, I had yet to discover my privates. Ahaha!
Wicked write!
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Oh my...I so much enjoyed the first part...
with all those sensual and sensational pleasures...
but then you ended in an explosive way...
you'were only 4 when it happened...
i don't know how old was your partner, but if she was an adult, then it's something really embarrassing...
And yet you need not worry, honey!
you were only too young to understand what it implied...
Take care, cutie!
and cheer up!
Galaxy2
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thanks, she was only 7, so its not too bad, but then you have to wonder where she found out about it.....my lifeis crazy... : (
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whoh. I dont really know what to say...
First, I cannot believe how you took the words out of my mouth. especially about how sometimes you miss/crave their touch. I went through a scarily similar situations, just my older brother was also involved. If you ever need to talk or even vent and scream abusive words, feel free to use me.
As for the poem, it was stunningly (if that is a word) written. you know how to control the language that you use and the emotions behind your words are pure and heartbreaking. you have a strong talent for writing.
Beautiful heartbreaking write.
Thankyou so much for entering.
All the best
~Hollow~
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