She gnawed the splinters
under her fingernails
and watched in speculation.
There was 1 boy and 5 girls
and too many high-pitched squeals
and frantic hands
clumped like a hidden knot
beneath the combed forest.
In a forest, you smell, you taste, you see,
maybe too much for she was dizzy
with naturals. She spat out a
loosened splinter and sucked
at the blood under her thumb.
And then there was just one boy
she threw her arms around
and waited for his frantic hands
in forced permission
against the rough, dry, slumbering earth.
Author notes
Um...I don't really know. I know what it's about, but this poem is the only way to convey it in words. It can't be plainly said. So...I don't know.
Comments
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This is a very unique way of putting what I believe you are referring to. I also like the way you engaged the reader's senses with this piece by describing her surroundings, it's almost as though we are there. I think you did a nice job with this considering...
All the best,
Perry L. Earles
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